Walking, eh?’ said the officer. ‘Just walking?’ I nodded and waited for the obvious truth to sink in. ‘Well,’ said the officer, ‘don’t do it again!’ And the police car drove away.
Váyase a casa, Montang. Váyase a la cama, ¿Por qué desperdiciar sus horas finales, dando vueltas en su jaula y afirmando que no es una ardilla?
To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence and a time to speak. Yes.
To be asleep is to be dead. It is like death. So we dance, we dance so as not to be dead. We do not want that.
This was all he wanted now. Some signs that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time he needed to think all the things that must be thought.
This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You’d find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details...
They all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else.
There was white in the flesh of his mouth and his cheeks and his hair was white and his eyes had faded, with white in the vague blueness there.
There are so many real people around, telling children what and how to do, that a boy has to run off down a beach, even if it's only in his head, to get by himself in his own world.
There are smiles and smiles; learn to tell the dark variety from the light.
The worst thing you do when you think is lie — you can make up reasons that are not true for the things that you did, and what you’re trying to do as a creative person is surprise yourself — find out...
The world swarms with people, each one drowning, but each swimming a different stroke to the far shore.
The old man would go on with this talking and this talking, drop by drop, stone by stone, flake by flake. His mind would well over at last and he would not be Montag any more, this the old man told hi...
The man just opened his mouth, which meant that all kinds of secret doors in his body gave way. He did not sing so much as let his soul free.
The home environment can undo a lot you try to do at school. That's why we've lowered the kindergarten age year after year until now we're almost snatching them from the cradle.
The first light on the roof outside; very early morning. The leaves on all the trees tremble with a soft awakening to any breeze the dawn may offer.
The Martians discovered the secret of life among animals. The animal does not question life. It lives. Its very reason for living is life; it enjoys and relishes life.
That's the good part about dying; when you've got nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.
Ten minutes after death a man's a speck of black dust. Let's not quibble over individuals with memoriams. Forget them. Burn them all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.
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.