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Books were only one type of recepticle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget.There is nothing magical in them, at all.The magic is only in what books say, how they stitches the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
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Nabivaite liudiam golovy tsiframi, nachiniaite ikh bezobidnymi faktami, poka ikh ne zatoshnit, nichego, zato im budet kazat'sia, chto oni ochen' obrazovannye. U nikh dazhe budet vpechatlenie, chto oni mysliat, chto oni dvizhutsia vpered, khot' na samom dele oni stoiat na meste. I liudi budut schastlivy, ibo <>, kotorymi oni napichkany, eto nechto neizmennoe. No ne davaite im takoi skol'zkoi materii, kak filosofiia ili sotsiologiia. N..
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In the attic where the rain touched the roof softly on spring days and where you could feel the mantle of snow outside, a few inches away, on December nights, A Thousand Times Great Grandmere existed. She did not live, nor was she eternally dead, she ... existed.
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If this goes on, all communication everywhere will be through text messages or computers, and direct speech between two people, without a machine, will be outlawed.)
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The cat came first, in order to be absolute first. It arrived when all the cribs and closets and cellar bins and attic hang-spaces still needed October wings, autumn breathings, and fiery eyes.
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He realized that all men were like this; that each person was to himself one alone. // In this instant it was an individual problem seeking an individual solution. He must accept being alone and work on from there.
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So it must seem. Good to evil seems evil.
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Marriage made people old and familiar, while still young. She
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But why, Mr. Stendahl, why all this? What obsessed you?" "Bureaucracy, Mr. Garrett. But I haven't time to explain. The government will discover soon enough." He nodded to the ape. "All right. Now." The ape killed Mr. Garrett."
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AT DAWN, a juggernaut of thunder wheeled over the stony heavens in a spark-throwing tumult. Rain fell softly on town cupolas, chuckled from rainspouts, and spoke in strange subterranean tongues beneath the windows where Jim and Will knew fitful dreams, slipping out of one, trying another for size, but finding all cut from the same dark, mouldered cloth.
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Vsichko sega tr'gva v obraten red. Kato na niakoi sutreshni kinoprozhektsii, kogato geroiat izskacha ot vodata v'rkhu tramplina. Shchom doide septemvri, zatvariat se prozortsite, dotogava otvoreni, s'buvat se gumenkite, nakhluzvat se tezhkite obuvki, izkhluzeni prez minaliia iuni. Khorata si vlizat po domovete kato kukuvitsi v chasovnik. Dopredi mig verandite sa p'lni, na vsiaka sa se skupchili po triiset dushi. V sledvashchiia vratite se z..
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Why live? Life was its own answer.
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I blundered into creativity as blindly as any child learning to walk and see.
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Not about mean old nasty Mars, I tell you, mister! It's your type that is going to boil for years, and suffer and break out in black pimples and be tortured----" "I must admit Earth isn't very nice. You've described it beautifully."
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His heart cringed from the fanning motion of ribs like pale spiders crouched and fiddling with their prey.
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Teper' vam poniatno, - prodolzhal Faber, - pochemu knigi vyzyvaiut takuiu nenavist', pochemu ikh tak boiatsia? Oni pokazyvaiut nam pory na litse zhizni.
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In your life, did you know enthusiasm?' If the answer is yes you enter the sky. If no, you fall to burn in the pit.
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right now I feel like I just ate a cold snail raw.
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But most of all," she said, "I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're going." --
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The word on the jar was RELISH. And he was glad he had decided to live.
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What did you give to the city, Montag? Ashes. What did the others give to each other? Nothingness.
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Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.
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m 'ndr 'n t'khdh wjwh 'uns akhryn shyy'an mnk ltrmy `lyk mn jdyd mlmHk lkhS@ w'`mq m fy bTnk mn 'fkrin mtrjrj@
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Learning to
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We went right on insulting the dead. We went right on spitting on the graves of all the poor ones who died before us...and some day we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest Goddamn steam-shovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up
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Where do we go from here? Would books help us?" "Only if the third necessary thing could be given us. Number one, as I said, quality of information. Number two: leisure to digest it. And number three: the right to carry out actions based on what we learn from the interaction of the first two."
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As a final note, in these days when we worry and we argue about whether ebooks are real books, I love how broad Ray Bradbury's definition of a book is at the end, when he points out that we should not judge our books by their covers, and that some books exist between covers that are perfectly people-shaped.)
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More sports for everyone, group spirit, fun, and you don't have to think, eh? Organize and organize and super organize super-super sports. More cartoons in books. More pictures. The mind drinks less and less. Impatience. Highways full of crowds going somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, nowhere. The gasoline refugee. Towns turn into motels, people in nomadic surges from place to place, following the moon tides, living tonight in the room where ..
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Colored people don't like Little Black Sambo. Burn it. White people don't feel good about Uncle Tom's Cabin. Burn it. Someone's written a book on tobacco and cancer of the lungs? The cigarette people are weeping? Burn the book. Serenity, Montag. Peace, Montag. Take your fight outside. Better yet, into the incinerator. Funerals are unhappy and pagan? Eliminate them, too. Five minutes after a person is dead he's on his way to the Big Flue, th..
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The bombers crossed the sky and crossed the sky over the house, gasping, murmuring, whistling like an immense, invisible fan, circling in emptiness.
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And right now he and Douglas were hiking out beyond town on another warm and marble-round day, the sky blue blown-glass reaching high, the creeks bright with mirror waters fanning over white stones. It was a day as perfect as the flame of a candle.
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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 preci..
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Montag looked at the river. We'll go on the river. He looked at the old railroad tracks. Or we'll go that way. Or we'll walk on the highways now, and we'll have time to put things into ourselves. And someday, after it sets in us a long time, it'll come out our hands and our mouths. And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right.
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to gently lie and prove the lie true...everything is finally a promise...what seems a lie is a ramshackle need, wishing to be born....
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Now let's take up the minorities in our civilization, shall we? Bigger the population, the more minorities. Don't step on the toes of the dog-lovers, the cat-lovers, doctors, lawyers, merchants, chiefs, Mormons, Baptists, Unitarians, second-generation Chinese, Swedes, Italians, Germans, Texans, Brooklynites, Irishmen, people from Oregon or Mexico. The people in this book, this play, this TV serial are not meant to represent any actual paint..
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ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said
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Surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally "bright", did most of the reciting and answering while the others sat like so many leaden idols, hating him. And wasn't it this bright boy you selected for 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..
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But remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy of truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority. We
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Some day our cities would open up and let the green and the land and the wilderness in more, to remind people that we're allotted a little space on earth and that we survive in that wilderness that can take back what it has given, as easily as blowing its breath on us or sending the sea to tell us we are not so big.
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Eto, v tova e neshchastieto na vasheto pokolenie -- v'zklikna diadoto. -- Slushai, Bil, sram me e zaradi tebe, i ti si mi bil zhurnalist! Izkhv'rliate ot toia zhivot vsichko, koeto e slozheno v nego, za da mu dava vkus. Pestite ni vremeto, pestite ni truda -- drugo ne znaete! -- Toi podritna prezritelno trevnite chimove. -- Kogato ostareesh kato mene, togava shche razberesh, che malkite radosti i malkite neshcha struvat poveche ot golemite...
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lsHr mwjwd fqT fy m tqwlh lktb wkyf khTt rq` lkwn m`an fy rd wHd
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Fire is bright and fire is clean. That way lies melancholy. Don't let the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy drown our world.
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I libri erano soltanto una specie di veicolo, di ricettacolo in cui riponevamo tutte le cose che temevamo di poter dimenticare. Non c'e nulla di magico, nei libri; la magia sta solo in cio che essi dicono, nel modo in cui hanno cucito le pezze dell'Universo per mettere insieme cosi un mantello onde rivestirci.
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Now, sucking all the night into his open mouth and blowing it out pale, with all the blackness left heavily inside himself...
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