If this goes on . . . fiction takes an element of life today, something clear and obvious and normally something troubling, and asks what would happen if that thing, that one thing, became bigger, bec...
If there were no war, if there was peace in the world, I'd say fine, have fun! But, Montag, you mustn't go back to being just a fireman. All isn't well with the world.
If anything is taught here, it is simply the charting of the life of someone who started out to somewhere—and went. I have not so much thought my way through life as done things and found what it was...
I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.
I never in my life argued with a piece of cake or a bowl of ice cream.
How long he stood he did not know, but there was a foolish and yet delicious sense of knowing himself as an animal come from the forest, drawn by the fire. He was a thing of brush and liquid eye, of f...
He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back. Without
He slapped her face with amazing objectivity and repeated the question.
He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers.
He almost turned back to make the walk again, to give her time to appear. He was certain if he tried the same route, everything would work out fine.
Go, children. Run and read. Read and run. Show and tell.
Garrett, said Stendahl, do you know why I've done this to you? Because you burned Mr. Poe's books without really reading them. You took other people's advice that they needed burning. Otherwise you'd...
For your file...in case you decide to be angry with me.
Father Peregrine, won’t you ever be serious? Not until the good Lord is. Oh, don’t look so terribly shocked, please. The Lord is not serious. In fact, it is a little hard to know just what else He is...
Evil has only the power that we give it.
Elle avait un visage menu, d’un blanc laiteux, et il s’en dégageait une espèce d’avidité sereine, d’inlassable curiosité pour tout ce qui l’entourait. Son expression suggérait une vague surprise ; ses...
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...
Don't listen, whispered Faber. He's trying to confuse. He's slippery. Watch out.
Dad, said Will, his voice very faint. Are you a good person?To you and your mother, yes, I try. But no man's a hero to himself. I've lived with me a lifetime, Will. I know everything worth knowing abo...
Burn them all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.