You are all there, the people in the city. I can't believe I was ever among you. When you are away from a city it becomes a fantasy. Any town, New York, Chicago, with its people, becomes improbable wi...
The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime...
So, lost, erased, you seek a lifetime's days for itAnd dig deep to find the sweet instructions there Put by when God first circuited and printed thee to life:Go hence! do this! do that! do yet another...
Write. Don't think. Relax.
So, said Moundshroud. If we fly fast, maybe we can catch Pipkin. Grab his sweet Halloween corn-candy soul. Bring him back, pop him in bed, toast him warm, save his breath. What say, lads? Search and s...
Women never wake then, do they? They sleep the sleep of babes and children.
You must write every single day of your life... You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads... may you be i...
With nothing trembles. To be afraid of nothing for no reason. And having to live with that nothing until dawn.
Some day our cities would open up and let the green and the land and the wilderness in more, to remind people that we’re allotted a little space on earth and that we survive in that wilderness that ca...
Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
It takes writing a billion bad words before you get to the good ones.
„Мразя римляните с тяхното status quo — казваше той. — Напълни очите си с чудеса, живей като че ли ще умреш след десет секунди. Опознай света. Той е по-фантастичен, отколкото всяка изфабрикувана мечта...
Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of ‘facts’ they feel stuffed, but absolutely ‘brilliant’ with information.
We are anthill men upon an anthill world.
Don’t tell me what I’m doing, I don’t want to know.
Douglas opened one eye. And everything, absolutely everything, was there. The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everythin...
When they reached her house all its lights were blazing. What's going on? Montag had rarely seen that many house lights.Oh, just my mother father and uncle sitting around, talking. It's like being a p...
Stage 13 was, then, a toy shop, a magic chest, a sorcerer’s trunk, a trick manufactory, and an aerial hangar of dreams at the center of which Roy stood each day, waving his long piano fingers at mythi...
When they give you lined paper, write the other way.
If God treats you well by teaching you a disastrous lesson, you never forget it.
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