Quotes About Destruction

For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...

What is it about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it?...The thing man wanted to invent, but never did...If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out. What is fire? It is a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledygook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences.

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

Monday burn Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn 'em to ashes, then burn the ashes. That's our official slogan.

Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.

See the fish...Just like war. War swims along, sees food, contracts. A moment later - Earth is gone.

Sit down, Montag. Watch. Delicately, like the petals of a flower. Light the first page, light the second page. Each becomes a black butterfly. Beautiful, eh?' ... There sat Beatty, perspiring gently, the floor littered with swarms of black moths that had died in a single storm.

The fire crackled up the stairs. It fed upon Picassos and Matisses in the upper halls, like delicacies, baking off the oily flesh, tenderly crisping the canvases into black shavings.

It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.

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

Perfect, faultless, in ruins, yes, but perfect,nevertheless.

Do you remember what happened to Mexico when Cortez and his very fine good friends arrived from Spain? A whole civilization destroyed by greedy, righteous bigots. History will never forgive Cortez.

No, we'll save what we can, we'll do what there is left to do. If we have to burn, Let's take a few more with us.

It was a pleasure to burn

Burn 'em to ashes, then burn the ashes.

Once the bomb release was yanked, it was finished. Now, a full three seconds, all of the time in history, before the bombs struck, the enemy ships themselves were gone half around the visible world, like bullets in which a savage islander might not believe because they were invisible; yet the heart is suddenly shattered, the body falls in separate motions, and the blood is astonished to be freed on the air; the brain squanders its few precious memories and, puzzled, dies.

Those who don't build must burn

the city rolled over and fell down dead. The sound of its death came after.

Fire is bright and fire is clean

The bombers crossed the sky and crossed the sky over the house, gasping, murmuring, whistling like an immense, invisible fan, circling in emptiness.

And then he was a shrieking blaze, a jumping, sprawling gibbering manikin, no longer human or known, all writhing flame on the lawn as Montag shot one continuous pulse of liquid fire on him.

The jet bombers going over, going over, going over, one two, one two, six of them, nine of them, twelve of them, one and one and one and another and another and another, did all the screaming for him.

Those who don't build must burn. It's as old as history and juvenile delinquents." "So that's what I am." "There's some of it in all of us.

Chi crea non può fare a meno di distruggere.