Thus with the wisest of you all; you are ever unfixed.
This summer night deep down under the stars was all the things you would ever feel or see or hear in your life, drowning you all at once.
This is the kind of life I've had. Drunk, and in charge of a bicycle, as an Irish police report once put it. Drunk with life, that is, and not knowing where off to next. But you're on your way before...
They read the long afternoon through, while the cold November rain fell from the sky upon the quiet house. They sat in the hall because the parlor was so empty and gray-looking
They came to study the dreadful vulgarity of this imaginary Mass Man they pretend to hate. But they're fascinated with the snake-pit.
These essays were written at various times over a thirty-year period, to express special discoveries, to serve special needs. But they all echo the same truths of explosive self-revelation and contino...
There’s enough. It comes in the window and blows the curtains a little bit. Just enough to tell me. Look, why don’t you come and spend the night here? said Herb Thompson looking around the lighted hal...
There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of candles. The whole graveyard...
There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished.
There was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselve...
There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood.
The merry-go-round was running, yes, but...It was running backward.The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stallion shivering drums, clashed its harvest-moon cymbal...
The important thing for you to remember, Montag, is we're the Happiness Boys, the Dixie Duo, you and I and the others. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with c...
The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam....
The blows of his heart might jar him loose, crash him down, but he was glad to hear them, know himself alive.
The Official was bending over his desk, staring at the sergeant. May I ask you a question?Yes.Have you ever thought you were Christ?I can't say that I have. But I have considered that God was good to...
That’s the good part of dying; when you’ve got nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.
That's life for you, said MacDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy what...
Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God. Today, thanks to them, you can stay happy all the time,
Teachers say if you write a story you must never name what you’re trying to write. Just do it. When it’s over you’ll know what you’ve done.