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"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 him, assured him, promised him. He would be Montag-plus-Faber, fire plus water, and then, one day, after everything had mixed and simmered and worked away in silence, there would be neither fire nor water, but wine. Out of two separate and opposite things, a third. And one day he would look back upon the fool and know the fool."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"You can't build a house without nails and wood. If you don't want a house built, hide the nails and wood. If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. If the government is inefficient, top-heavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"Her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity. It was a look, almost, of pale surprise; the dark eyes were so fixed to the world that no moved escaped them."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"He balanced in space with the book in his sweating cold fingers."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"My uncle says the architects got rid of the front porches because they didn't look well. But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn't want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong kind of social life. People talked too much. And they had time to think. So they ran off with the porches. And the gardens, too. Not many gardens any more to sit around in. And look at the furniture. No rocking?chairs any more. They're too comfortable. Get people up and running around. My uncle says . . . and . . . my uncle . . . and . . . my uncle . . ."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"And when the war's over, someday, some year, the books can be written again, the people will be called in, one by one, to recite what they know and we'll set it up in type until another Dark Age, when we might have to do the whole damn thing over again. But that's the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth doing."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"In the dim, wavering light, a page hung open and it was like a snowy feather, the words delicately painted thereon. In all the rush and fervor, Montag had only an instant to read a line, but it blazed in his mind for the next minute as if stamped there with fiery steel."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"There was a crash like the falling parts of a dream fashioned out of warped glass, mirrors, and crystal prisms."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"You laugh when I haven't been funny and you answer right off. You never stop to think what I've asked you."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"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 of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more 'literary' you are."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"Empty the theaters save for clowns and furnish the rooms with glass walls and pretty colors running up and down the walls like confetti or blood or sherry or sauterne."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"He was looking for a brightness, a resolve, a triumph over tomorrow that hardly seemed to be there. Perhaps he had expected their faces to burn and glitter with the knowledge they carried, to glow as lanterns glow, with the light in them...They weren't at all certain that the things they carried in their heads might make every future dawn glow with a purer light, they were sure of nothing save that the books were on file behind their quiet eyes, the books were waiting, with their pages uncut, for the customers who might come by in later years, some with clean and some with dirty fingers."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"But most of all, I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they are going."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"„Мразя римляните с тяхното status quo — казваше той. — Напълни очите си с чудеса, живей като че ли ще умреш след десет секунди. Опознай света. Той е по-фантастичен, отколкото всяка изфабрикувана мечта, за която си даваш парите. Не искай гаранции, не искай сигурност — такива неща светът не познава. И ако ги имаше, те биха приличали на големия ленивец, който ден след ден виси надолу с главата от клона на някое дърво и проспива живота си. По дяволите! — казваше той. — Раздрусай дървото и нека ленивецът се строполи на земята."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"What is there about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it?" Beatty blew out the flame and lit it again. "It's perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never did. Or almost perpetual motion. If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out. What is fire? It's a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledegook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. A problem gets too burdensome, then into the furnace with it. Now, Montag, you're a burden. And fire will lift you off my shoulders, clean, quick, sure; nothing to rot later. Antibiotic, aesthetic, practical."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more 'literary' you are. That's my definition anyway. Telling detail. Fresh detail. The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"I'm afraid of children my own age. They kill each other. Did it always use to be that way? My uncle says no. Six of my friends have been shot in the last year alone. Ten of them died in car wrecks. I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid. My uncle says his grandfather remembered when children didn't kill each other. But that was a long time ago when they had things different."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"I don't know. We have everything we need to be happy, but we're not happy. Something's missing. I looked around. The only thing I positively knew was gone was the books I'd burned in ten or twelve years. So I thought books might help."
"You're a hopeless romantic," said Faber. "It would be funny if it were not serious. It's not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books. The same things could be in the "parlour families" today. The same infinite detail and awareness could be projected through the radios and televisors, but are not. No, no, it's not books at all you're looking for! Take it where you can find it, in old phonograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them, at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"So now do you see why books are hated and feared? The show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, pore less, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"You can't build a house without nails and wood. If you don't want a house built, hide the nails and wood. If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. If the government is inefficient, top-heavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy. Any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide-rule, measure, and equate the universe, which just won't be measured or equated without making man feel bestial and lonely. I know, I've tried it; to hell with it."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"She was too wonderful a character to be allowed to die and I realize now that I should have allowed her to appear at hte end of my book. [Ray writes about the character Clarisse]"
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"This was all he wanted now. Some sign that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time needed to think all the things that must be thought."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"This age thinks better of a gilded fool than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"Some day our cities would open up and let the green and the land and the wilderness in more, to remind people that we're allotted a little space on earth and that we survive in that wilderness that can take back what it has given, as easily as blowing its breath on us or sending the sea to tell us we are not so big."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"If only someone else's flesh and brain and memory. If only they could have taken her mind along to the dry cleaner's and emptied the pockets and steamed and cleansed it and reblocked it and brought it back in the morning. If only..."
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
"ذا كانت الحكومة فاشلة، على وشك الانهيار ، تفرض ضرائب بجنون فليكن ! فذلك أفضل بكثير من أن ينشغل بها الناس . فليفرح الناس بالمكسب فى المسابقات التى تتطلب أن يعرفوا كلمات الأغانى المشهورة أو أسماء العواصم المختلفة أو محصول ايوا من القمح فى العام الماضى . فليمتلئ الجميع بالمعلومات غير القابلة للاشتعال . أثقلهم بتلك الحقائق كى يشعروا بالامتلاء وبأنهم عباقرة المعلومات ! عندها سيتكون لديهم الاحساس بأنهم يفكرون و بأنهم يتحركون بينما هم واقفون فى أماكنهم و سوف يشعرون بالسعادة لأن تلك الحقائق لا تتغير أما أن تعطيهم علوما هلامية كالفلسفة أو علم الاجتماع و تطلب منهم أن يفسروا من خلالها الاحداث فإنك بالتأكيد تصيبهم بالإكتئاب و لا بأس إذا كانت التمثيلية رديئة أو الفيلم لا يقول شيئا أو المسرحية تافهة فلتقم الأجهزة الكهربية بدورها و لتعمل الذبذبات على إيهامى بأننى مستمتع بالمسرحية"
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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