We can't be good unless we know what bad is, and it's a shame we're working against time.
We must take arms each and every day, perhaps knowing that the battle cannot be entirely won, but fight we must, if only a gentle bout. The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort...
We never sit anything out. We are cups, quietly and constantly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
We went right on insulting the dead. We went right on spitting on the graves of all the poor ones who died before us...and some day we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest Goddamn steam-sh...
We'll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walks around and talks, the way it really looks...And while none of it will be me when it goes in, after a while it'll all gather...
Well, Montag, take my word for it, I've had to read a few in my time, to know what I was about, and the books say nothing! Nothing you can teach or believe. They're about non-existent people, figments...
What a dreadful surprise. For everyone knows, is absolutely certain, that nothing will ever happen to me. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there are....
What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?
What are we? he asked. Why, we are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The U...
What should I do?Throw up in your typewriter every morning.Yeah.Clean up every noon.
When they give you lined paper, write the other way.
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...
When you’re seventeen you know everything. When you’re twenty-seven if you still know everything you’re still seventeen.
Who ever heard of a Martian not invading? Who!
Who has more pockets than a magician?A boy.Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians?A boy's.
With nothing trembles. To be afraid of nothing for no reason. And having to live with that nothing until dawn.
Women never wake then, do they? They sleep the sleep of babes and children.
Write. Don't think. Relax.
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...
You can’t ever have my books, she said.
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