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Montag looked at these men whose faces were sunburnt by a thousand real and ten thousand imaginary fires.

What - the smell of kerosene? My wife always complains,' he laughed. 'You never wash it off completely.

Well, he said to the men playing cards, here comes a very strange beast which in all tongues is called a fool.

Who ever heard of a Martian not invading? Who!

They contain half the damning truths I suspected at midnight, and half of the saving truths I re-found next noon.

It was the twentieth year after the Great War. Mars was a tomb planet.

The town was so quiet and far off you could hear only the crickets sounding in the spaces beyond the hot indigo trees that hold back the stars.

Hers was simply not a pew shaped spine.

I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.

The kitchen, without a doubt, was the center of creation, all things revolved around it; it was the pediment that sustained the temple.

And the odd thing in Dad's voice was the sound truth makes being said.

And all of our concerns have to do with economics and politics and not with the voice and sound of reason.

Arnold suffered her stare for a moment, then turned, without rudeness, and cast his eyes about the shelves.

She was clearly competent to face, satisfy, and treat with asexual ease the brotherhood of men.

Myths are clues to the spiritual potentialities of the human life.

dreams are madness, my dear. It's things that happen in the waking world, while one is asleep, that one would be glad to know the meaning of.

No eloquence could have been so withering to one's belief in mankind as his final burst of sincerity.

I don't want to excuse myself; but I would like to explain—I would like somebody to understand—somebody—one person at least! You! Why not you?

And for a moment it seemed to me as if I also were buried in a vast grave full of unspeakable secrets.

I observed with assumed innocence that no man was safe from trouble in this world.

My task...is, by the power of the written word to make you hear, to make you feel - it is, before all, to make you see. That - and no more - and it is everything.

and Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too, ebbing, ebbing out of his heart into the sea of inexorable time.

if it be true that every novel contains an element of autobiography—and this can hardly be denied, since the creator can only express himself in his creation—then there are some of us to whom an open display of sentiment is repugnant.

And after some more talk we agreed that the wisdom of rats had been grossly overrated, being in fact no greater than that of men.