Tiene que haber algo en los libros cosas que no podemos imaginar para hacer que una mujer permanezca en una casa que arde. Ahí tiene que haber algo. Uno no se sacrifica por nada.
Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain.
I know, i know. You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by. Man, when I was younger I shoved my ignorance in people's faces. They beat me with sticks. By the times I was f...
Pasamos la vida entera aprendiendo a olvidar cosas que en realidad están dentro
Without the library, you have no civilization.
We all do what we do.
How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. W...
Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.
Men are men, unfortunately, no matter what their shape, and inclined to sin.
When I was a boy, Ray Bradbury picked stories from his books of short stories he thought younger readers might like and published them as R Is for Rocket and S Is for Space. Now I was doing the same s...
I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings, turned the...
The Wardens put on their own epic production of Fahrenheit 451, Bob said. They spent about twenty years finding and destroying copies.
Вземайти всичко, каквото поискате, при условие, че наистина го желаете. Ето как ще разберете. Попитвате се: Искам ли това нещо от цялото си сърце? Бих ли могъл да преживея този ден без него? И ако усе...
Don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.
I don't talk things, sir. I talk the meaning of things.
The important thing for you to remember, Montag, is we're the Happiness Boys, the Dixie Duo, you and I and the others. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with c...
You could see her thoughts swimming around in her eyes, like fish - some bright, some dark, some fast, quick, some slow and easy, and sometimes, like when she looked up where Earth was, being nothing...
I had no way to stop . I did not write Fahrenheit 451, it wrote me.
When they give you lined paper, write the other way.