Quotes About Literature

Who ever heard of a Martian not invading? Who!

Debes mantenerte borracho de literatura para que la realidad no pueda destruirte

An autumn leaf, very crisp, fell somewhere in the dark. But it was only the page of a book, turning.

Only recently, glancing at the novel, I realized that Montag is named after a paper manufacturing company. And Faber, of course, is a maker of pencils! What a sly thing my subconscious was, to name them thus.

Quizá los libros puedan sacarnos de nuestra ignorancia. Tal vez podrían impedir que cometiéramos los mismos funestos errores.

And when the war's over, some day, 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.

You can't ever have my books," she said.

Montag paced the floor and came back and squatted down and read a page as many as ten times, aloud.

Words are like leaves and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found

Un libro, en manos de un vecino, es un arma cargada. Quémalo.

Un libro, en manos de un vecino, es un arma cargada. Quémalo. Saca la bala del arma. Abre la mente del hombre. ¿Se sabe acaso quién puede ser el blanco de un hombre leído? ¿Yo? No puedo aceptarlo.

Thomas Wolfe ate the world and vomited lava. Dickens dined at a different table every hour of his life. Molière, tasting society, turned to pick up his scalpel, as did Pope and Shaw. Everywhere you look in the literary cosmos, the great ones are busy loving and hating.

Do you ever read any of the books you burn?" He laughed. "That's against the law!

Existe mais de uma maneira de queimar um livro. E o mundo está cheio de pessoas carregando fósforos acesos.

Hers was simply not a pew shaped spine.

Faber sniffed the book. Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land?

Words are like leaves and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.' Alexander Pope.

Somewhere in the recumbent solitudes, the motionless but teeming millions of books, lost in two dozen turns right, three dozen turns left, down aisles, through corridors, toward dead ends, locked doors, half-empty shelves, somewhere in the literary soot of Dickens's London, or Dostoevsky's Moscow or the steppes beyond, somewhere in the vellumed dust of atlas or Geographic, sneezes pent but set like traps, the boys crouched, stood, lay sweating a cool and constant brine.

my aunt Neva was the guardian and gardener of the metaphors that became me. She saw to it that I was fed all the best fairy tales, poetry, cinema, and theater, so that I was continually in a fever about life and eager to write it all down.

Hästi sõnastatud teadmised on hea vaimutoit,» ütles Philip Sidney. Aga teisest küljest: «Sõnad on nagu puude lehed — sealt, kus neid on ohtralt, võib harva leida palju mõistuse vilja.» Alexander Pope.

Montag sentiu que o livro eu escondera batia como um outro coração contra o seu peito.

Este libro tiene poros, tiene rasgos. Este libro puede colocarse bajo el microscopio. A través de la lente, encontraría vida, huellas del pasado en infinita profusión. Cuantos más poros, más detalles provenientes de la vida misma haya en cada centímetro cuadrado de papel, más literaria será la obra.

Day, after day, after glorious day, I was falling in love with books.....

One of our problems today is that we are not well acquainted with the literature of the spirit.' 'We're interested in the news of the day and the problems of the hour.