Quotes from Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Those who don't build must burn. It's as old as history and juvenile delinquence.

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.

Digression is the soul of wit. Take the philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones.

I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

Stand at the top of a cliff and jump off and build your wings on the way down.

Remember, Montag, we're the happiness boys. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought.

It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did.

We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law.

Don't ask for guarantees. And 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 heading for shore.

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense.

It didn't come from the Government down. There was no dictum, no declaration, no censorship, to start with, no! Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God.

The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.

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.

And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right.

My feet, " said Montag. "I can't move them. I feel so damn silly. My feet won't

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again...

The home environment can undo a lot you try to do at school.

I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid.