Here we all are, said Herb Thompson, taking his cigar out and looking at it reflectively. And life is sure funny. Eh? said Mr. Stoddard. Nothing, except here we are, living our lives, and some place e...
He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the m...
He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himselfdark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyeswere two miraculous bits of...
He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. //In this instant it was an individual problem seeking an individual solution. He must accept being alone and work o...
He knew it would take as many years as he could think of now to forget the tracks, no matter how deeply buried. Some morning in autumn, spring, or winter he knew he’d wake and, if he didn’t go near th...
He had written books of a lifetime, on the airs of vast rooms in vast buildings, and had it all fly out the vents.
Happiness is important. Fun is everything. And yet I kept sitting there saying to myself, I'm not happy, I'm not happy.
Granger stood looking at Montag. Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden...
Grandfather's been dead all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a scu...
Going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for dinner.
Go Panther-pawed where all the mined truths sleep. Not smash and grab, but rather find and keep; Go panther-pawed where all the mined truths sleepTo detonate the hidden seeds with stealthSo in your wa...
Give a man a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation.
For there comes a time in the day’s occupations when old Money Writer falls so in love with an idea that he begins to gallop, steam, pant, rave, and write from the heart, in spite of himself. So, too,...
First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren’t rare. But there be bad and good, as the pirates say. Take September, a bad month: school begins. Consider August, a good...
Feel, said Driscoll, his hands and arms out loosely. Remember how you used to run when you were a kid, and how the wind felt. Like feathers on your arms. You ran and thought any minute you’d fly, but...
Everywhere you look in the literary cosmos, the great ones are busy loving and hating. Have you given up this primary business as obsolete in your own writing? What fun you are missing, then. The fun...
En tanto que la mayoría de la población no ande por ahí recitando la Carta Magna y la Constitución, no hay peligro.
Each of the men I have listed seized a bit of the quicksilver of life, froze it for all time and turned, in the blaze of their creativity, to point at it and cry, Isn't this good! And it was good.
Dopuštím se malé ironie. A není slušné někoho přerušovat, zrovna když se dopouští malé ironie. No tak!
Don’t see so much, Chris, your mind is too big for your body.’ I got a war on between a mind that wants things my body can’t give it.