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When I reread it as a teenager, Fahrenheit 451 had become a book about independence, about thinking for yourself. It was about treasuring books and the dissent inside the covers of books. It was about how we as humans begin by burning books and end by burning people.
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And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine or library.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Diado mi kazvashe, che vseki triabva da ostavi neshcho sled sebe si, kogato umre. Dete ili kniga, ili kartina, ili k'shcha, ili stena, koiato e postroil, ili chift obuvki, koito e izrabotil. Ili p'k gradina, koiato e posadil. Neshcho, do koeto r'kata ti se e dokosnala po tak'v nachin, che da ima k'de da otide dushata ti, kogato umresh. I kogato khorata poglednat d'rvoto ili tsveteto, koito si posadil, shche te vidiat v tiakh. Niama znacheni..
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Ray Bradbury |
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Perfect, faultless, in ruins, yes, but perfect,nevertheless.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Last night I thought about all that kerosene I've used in the past ten years. And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I'd never even thought that thought before." He got out of bed. "It took some man a lifetime maybe to put some of his thoughts down, looking around at the world and life a..
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time
world
books
reality
work
life
bother
kerosene
lifetime
reality-check
observation
real
important
create
ignorance
destruction
thought
creativity
creation
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Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.
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women
rubens
sensuality
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Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. He will have plenty of places to choose from. RIP
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Ray Bradbury |
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He stood and he only had one leg. The other was like a chunk of burnt pine-log he was carrying along as a penance for some obscure sin.
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Ray Bradbury |
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But 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.
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It is a subliminal thing. It is the tick of a clock that has ticked so long one no longer notices. Something is in a room when a man lives in it. Something is not in the room when a man is dead in it.
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living
subliminal
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Think I'll go eat me a doughnut and take me a nap.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Looking at her in the hospital he had thought, I don't know you, who you are, does it matter if we live or die?
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live
know
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They got Indian vision and can sight back further than you and me will ever sight ahead.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Tom - obadi se D'glas, - iskam da mi obeshchaesh samo edno, mozhe li? - Mozhe. Kakvo? - Nishcho, che si mi brat, i nishcho, che po niakoi p't me e iad na tebe - obeshchavash li nikoga da ne me izostaviash? - Iskash da kazhesh, che veche shche mi davash da idvam s teb i drugite, kato tr'gvate naniak'de, taka li? - Ami... da... dori i tova. No nai-veche iskam da kazha da ne me izostaviash izobshcho, razbirash li? Da ne te sgazva kola i da ne ..
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Ray Bradbury |
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les livres ne racontent rien. Rien que tu puisse croire ou enseigner aux autre. Si ce sont des romans, ils parlent d'etres qui n'existent pas, de produits de l'imagination. Dans le cas contraire, c'est encore pire. Chaque professeur traite l'autre d'idiot. Chaque philosophe essaie de brailler plus fort que son adversaire. Ils galopent tous dans tous les sens, obscurcissant les etoiles, eteignant le soleil. On en sort completement perdu.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Nous sommes les joyeux drilles, les boute-en-train, toi, moi et les autres. Nous faisons front contre la maree de ceux qui veulent plonger le monde dans la desolation en suscitant le conflit entre la theorie et la pensee. Nous avons les doigts accroches au parapet. Tenons bon. Ne laissons pas le torrent de la melancolie et de la triste philosophie noyer notre monde. Nous comptons sur toi. Je ne crois pas que tu te rendes compte de ton impor..
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insanlar daha cok mesaleye benziyorlardi;birileri ufleyinceye kadar yanarlardi.Ne kadar nadir diger insanlarin yuzleri sizi sizden alip,kendi duygularinizi en titrek dusuncelerinizi sizlere yansitirdi?
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Ray Bradbury |
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How's Uncle Louis today?" "Who?" "And Aunt Maude?" --
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humour
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He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact. Her face, turned to him now, was fragile milk crystal with a soft and constant light in it.
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detail
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The crisis is past and all is well, the sheep returns to the fold. We're all sheep who have strayed at times. Truth is truth, to the end of reckoning, we've cried. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts, we've shouted to ourselves.
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thoughts
truth
sheep
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A young reader finding this book today, or the day after tomorrow, is going to have to imagine first a past, and then a future that belongs to that past.
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Ray Bradbury |
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But that's the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and the doing.
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persistence
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Summer was over. Of course you can't tell in Los Angeles.
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Come on, get up, get up, you can't just sit! But he was still crying and that had to be finished.
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Granger stood looking at Montag. "Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the..
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life
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The things you're looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book. 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 headed for shore.
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Silly words, silly words, silly awful hurting words.
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There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and violate you. Strangers come and cut your heart out. Strangers come and take your blood.
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It was pretty silly quoting poetry around free and easy like that. It was the act of a silly damn snob. Give man a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation. You think you can walk on water with all your books. Well, the world can get by just fine without them.
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The men were making too much noise, laughing, joking, to cover her terrible accusing silence below. She made the empty rooms roar with accusation and shake down a fine dust go guilt that was sucked in their nostrils as they plunged about.
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Number one: Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more 'literary' you are. That..
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Perhaps I expected to look in and find a giant canary, stretched out on a carpet of dust, songless, capable of only heart murmurs for talk.
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Ray Bradbury |
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The first thing you learn in life is you're a fool. The last thing you learn in life is you're the same fool.
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Teachers say if you write a story you must never name what you're trying to write. Just do it. When it's over you'll know what you've done.
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Heredity and environment are funny things. You can't rid yourselves of all the odd ducks in just a few years. The home environment can undo a lot you try to do at school. That's why we've lowered the kindergarten age year after year until now we're almost snatching them from the cradle. We had some false alarms on the McClellans, when they lived in Chicago. Never found a book. Uncle had a mixed record; antisocial. The girl? She was a time b..
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Across the street and down the way the other houses stood with their flat fronts. What was it Clarisse had said one afternoon? "No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to talk, rocking, and not talking when they didn't want to talk. Sometimes they just sat there and thought about things, turned things over. My uncle says the architects got rid of the f..
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Her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity. It was a look, almost, of pale surprise; the dark eyes were so fixed to the world that no moved escaped them.
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And a last thought from Tom: O Mr. Moundshroud, will we EVER stop being afraid of nights and death? And the thought returned: When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Edin zdrav noshchen s'n, edin zdrav desetminuten rev, edin dvoen shokoladov sladoled, ili trite zaedno sa idealno lekarstvo, D'g.
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Ray Bradbury |
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He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts. He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality that was unreal because it was new.
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Ray Bradbury |
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See, boys?" Moundshroud's face flickered with the fire. "The days of the Long Cold are done. Because of this one brave, new-thinking man, summer lives in the winter cave." "But?" said Tom. "What's that got to do with Halloween?" "Do? Why, blast my bones, everything. When you and your friends die every day, there's no time to think of Death, is there? Only time to run. But when you stop running at long last--" He touched the walls. The apeme..
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We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at least one which makes the heart run over.
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Ray Bradbury |
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Science ran too far ahead of us too quickly, and the people got lost in a mechanical wilderness, like children making over pretty things, gadgets, helicopters, rockets; emphasizing the wrong items, emphasizing machines instead of how to run the machines. Wars got bigger and bigger and finally killed Earth. That
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Ray Bradbury |
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My cowardice is such of passion, complimenting the revolutionary spirit that lives in its shadow.
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Ray Bradbury |