Quotes About Conformity

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.

Do you ever read any of the books you burn?' He laughed. 'That's against the law!' 'Oh. Of course.' 'It's fine work. Monday burn Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn 'em to ashes, then burn the ashes. That's our official slogan.' They

Radio. Television. Things began to have mass.' Montag sat in bed, not moving. 'And because they had mass, they became simpler,' said Beatty. 'Once, books appealed to a few people, here, there, everywhere. They could afford to be different. The world was roomy. But then the world got full of eyes and elbows and mouths. Double, triple, quadruple population. Films and radios, magazines, books leveled down to a sort of paste pudding norm, do you follow me?

Ei, si lucrurile produse in serie au devenit mai simple. Odinioara, cartile ii interesau doar pe cativa oameni, risipiti ici, colo. Le dadea mana sa fie altfel decat ceilalti. Lumea era incapatoare. Dar dupa aceea lumea s-a umplut de ochi, de coate, de guri. Populatia a crescut de doua ori, de trei ori, de patru ori. Filmele si radioul, revistele si cartile au devenit toate o apa si-un pamant, un fel de coca facuta dupa aceeasi reteta.

remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy to truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority.

Montag da onlarla ba??rd?... yüzlerini kesip dudaklar?n? parçalayan, burunlar?n? kanatan rüzgâra itiraz niyetine ba??r?yorlard?.

Mais surtout, j'aime observer les gens. Il m'arrive de passer toute une journée dans le métro à les regarder et à les écouter. Et vous savez quoi? _ Quoi? _ Les gens ne parlent de rien. (...) Ils citent une ribambelle de voitures, de vêtements et de piscines et ils disent: Super! Mais ils disent tous la même chose et personne n'est jamais d'un avis différent.

Fahrenheit 451 is speculative fiction. It's an "If this goes on . . ." story. Ray Bradbury was writing about his present, which is our past. He was warning us about things; some of those things are obvious, and some of them, half a century later, are harder to see.

Le capitaine fait partie des pires ennemis de la vérité et de la liberté: le troupeau compact et immuable de la majorité. Oh, Dieu, la terrible tyrannie de la majorité! Nous avons tous nos harpes à faire entendre. Et c'est maintenant à vous de savoir de quelle oreille vous écouterez.

And wasn't it the bright boy you selected for the beatings and tortures after hours? Of course it was. We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against!

Obojeni ne vole Malog crnog Samba. Spali ga. Bijeli nisu oduševljeni ?i?a Tominom kolibom. Spali je. Netko je napisao knjigu o duhanu i raku plu?a? Proizvo?a?i cigareta tule? Spali knjigu. Vedrina, Montag. Mir, Montag. Iznesi svoju borbu van. Još bolje, u spalionicu. str. 65.

La terrible tiranía de la mayoría!

La televisione è "reale", immediata, ha dimensioni. Ti dice cosa pensare, anzi te lo grida: deve essere giusto, sembra essere giusto. E ti precipita alle sue conclusioni così in fretta che la mente non ha il tempo di rispondere: "Quante sciocchezze!".

He hung up his black beetle-colored helmet and shined it; he hung his flameproof jacket neatly; he showed luxuriously, and then, whistling, hands in pockets, walked across the upper floor of the fire station and fell down the hole.

But then the world got full of eyes and elbows and mouths. Double, triple, quadruple population. Films and radios, magazines, books leveled down to a sort of pastepudding norm, do you follow me?

Aber natürlich. Wir müssen alle gleich sein. Nicht gleich und frei geboren, wie es in der Verfassung steht, sondern gleich gemacht. Jeder das Abbild aller anderen; dann sind alle glücklich, denn es gibt keine Berge, vor denen sie sich ducken, an denen sie sich messen müssen.

By the time many people are fourteen or fifteen, they have been divested of their loves, their ancient and intuitive tastes, one by one, until when they reach maturity there is no fun left, no zest, no gusto, no flavor. Others have criticized, and they have criticized themselves, into embarrassment.

If you're not driving a hundred miles an hour, at a clip where you can't think of anything else but the danger, then you're playing some game or sitting in some room where you can't argue with the four-wall televisor. Why? The televisor is 'real.' it is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and blasts it in. It must be right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest, 'What nonsense!

Señor Montag, está usted ante un cobarde. Vi el camino que tomaban las cosas, hace tiempo. No dije nada. Soy un inocente que pudo haber hablado cuando nadie quería escuchar al «culpable»; pero no hablé, y me convertí así en otro culpable más. Y cuando al fin organizaron la quema de libros, con la ayuda de los bomberos, lancé unos gruñidos y callé. No había otros que gruñesen o gritasen conmigo. Ahora es tarde.

Anything that's strange is no good to the average American.

qué piensa el Sabueso allá abajo, toda la noche? ¿Somos nosotros los que lo animamos realmente? Me da frío. –Sólo piensa lo que queremos que piense. –Sería triste –dijo Montag en voz baja–, pues sólo ponemos en él ideas de caza, persecución y muerte. Qué lástima si eso es todo lo que sabe.

So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying 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. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality.

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

Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against.