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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| b3afc2a | Hold onto one thought: You're not important. You're not anything. Some day the load we're carrying with us may help someone. But even when we had the books on hand, a long time ago, we didn't use what we got out of them. We went right on insulting the dead. We went right on spitting in the graves of all the poor ones who died before us. We're going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And whe.. | for-the-greater-good humanity war | Ray Bradbury | |
| cdc1cbd | He felt the tremble . . . Why? But she was bigger, stronger, more intelligent than himself, wasn't she? Did she, too, feel that intangible menace, that groping out of darkness, that crouching malignancy down below? Was there, then, no strength in growing up? No solace in being an adult? No sanctuary in life? No fleshly citadel strong enough to withstand the scrabbling assault of midnights? Doubts flushed him. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 54689da | They came to study the dreadful vulgarity of this imaginary Mass Man they pretend to hate. But they're fascinated with the snake-pit. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| ba3efbb | We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone MADE equal. Each man man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against. | oppression sameness | Ray Bradbury | |
| 5b1300a | Kakvi drugi novi gluposti si izdraskal tam? - Che s'm zhiv. - Khe, khe - tova e staro. - Tova, che mislia za nego, che go zabeliazvam, to e novoto. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 43c1a41 | What did the others give to each other? Nothingness. Granger stood looking back with 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 people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't ma.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 5e4adce | Well, Montag, take my word for it, I've had to read a few in my time, to know what I was about, and the books say nothing! Nothing you can teach or believe. They're about non-existent people, figments of imagination, if they're fiction. And if they're non-fiction, it's worse, one professor calling another an idiot, one philosopher screaming down another's gullet. All of them running about, putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun. Yo.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 7788775 | There was a damn silly bird called a Phoenix back before Christ: every few hundred years he built a pyre and burned himself up. He must have been first cousin to Man. But every time he burnt himself up he sprang out of the ashes, he got himself born all over again. And it looks like we're doing the same thing, over and over, but we've got one damn thing the Phoenix never had. We know the damn silly thing we just did. We know all the damn si.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 9cd7658 | chain-smoking, chapter by chapter, all the silly things the words mean, all the false promises, all the second-hand notions and time-worn philosophies. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 1ebd4d9 | How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you? And that awful flower the other day, the dandelion! It had summed up everything, hadn't it? "What a shame! You're not in love with anyone!" And why not?" | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 794c1c8 | So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want 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. | comfortable meaning real-life truth | Ray Bradbury | |
| f5fe283 | Raw, gentle, and easy, it mizzled out of the high air, a special elixir, tasting of spells and stars and air, carrying a peppery dust in it, and moving like a rare light sherry on his tongue. Rain. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 9e791fe | You must understand that our civilization is so vast that we can't have our minorities upset and stirred. Ask yourself, what do we want in this country, above all? People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture pro.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 74351c7 | Mr. Montag, you are looking at a coward. I saw the way things were going, a long time back. I said nothing. I'm one of the innocents who could have spoken up and out when no one would listen to the 'guilty,' but I did not speak and thus became guilty myself. And when finally they set the structure to burn the books, using the firemen, I grunted a few times and subsided, for there were no others grunting or yelling with me, by then. Now, it'.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| cd11a35 | Your insanity is beautifully complete! | Ray Bradbury | ||
| aa04a49 | don't face a problem, burn it. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a1fa054 | He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors. 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. | dystopian dystopian-fiction escape-from-reality fahrenheit-451 fiction ray-bradbury reality rebirth | Ray Bradbury | |
| 7893901 | Ideas--written ideas--are special. They are the way we transmit our stories and our thoughts from one generation to the next. If we lose them, we lose our shared history. We lose much of what makes us human. And fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gift of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 798cc66 | men do love sin, Will, oh how they love it, never doubt, in all shapes, sizes, colors, and smells. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 68e879e | Atiborralos de datos no combustibles, lanzales encima tantos "hechos" que se sientan abrumados, pero totalmente al dia en cuanto a informacion. Entonces, tendran la sensacion de que piensan, tendran la impresion de que se mueven sin moverse. Y seran felices, porque los hechos de esta naturaleza no cambian. No les des ninguna materia delicada como Filosofia o Sociologia para que empiecen a atar cabos." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d5d5614 | Death loves death, not life. Dying people love to know that others die with them; it is a comfort to learn you are not alone in the kiln, in the grave. | death dying love | Ray Bradbury | |
| 537a863 | We all do what we do. | life mgg ray-bradbury | Ray Bradbury | |
| 3330000 | When I was a boy my grandfather died, and he was a sculptor. He was also a very kind man who had a lot of love to give the world, and he helped clean up the slum in our town; and he made toys for us and he did a million things in his lifetime; he was always busy with his hands. And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for all the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never car.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 1e281e0 | Ya no existe el cohete. Nunca existio. Ni la gente. No hay nadie en todo el universo. Nunca hubo nadie. Ni planetas. Ni estrellas". Eso decia. Y luego algo acerca de sus pies y sus piernas y sus manos: "No mas manos", decia. "Ya no tengo manos. Nunca las tuve. Ni cuerpo. Nunca lo tuve. Ni boca. Ni cara. Ni cabeza. Nada. Solamente espacio. Solamente el abismo"." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 05e513c | By living well, by observing as you live, by reading well and observing as you read, you have fed Your Most Original Self. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 06ca48c | He had felt a braveness which he had thought to be the genuine thing, and now he knew that it had been nothing but shock and the objectivity possible in shock. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 22b4725 | Thus with the wisest of you all; you are ever unfixed. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a382468 | 420 All Day | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 1171aa0 | It was one of those things they keep in a jar in the tent of a sideshow on the outskirts of a little, drowsy town. One of those pale things drifting in alcohol plasma, forever dreaming and circling, with its peeled, dead eyes staring out at you and never seeing you. It went with the noiselessness of late night, and only the crickets chirping, the frogs sobbing off in the moist swampland. One of those things in a big jar that makes your stom.. | drifting jar jars noiselessness pale peeled plasma preserved swampland vat | Ray Bradbury | |
| aa485b7 | Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning.' He suddenly couldn't remember if he had known this or not, and it made him quite irritable. 'And if you look'--she nodded at the sky--'there's a man on the moon.' He hadn't looked for a long time. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 48616af | Do you know why books such as this are so important? 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 screaming past an 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's my definition anyway.. | details meaning | Ray Bradbury | |
| 5f8d551 | Montag wanted to fly near the sun and now that he's burnt his damn wings, he wonders why | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 225b079 | Chapter 31 NOTHING MUCH else happened, all the rest of that night. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 092c6c5 | He was a victim of concussion. When it was all over he felt like a man who had been thrown from a cliff, whirled in a centrifuge, and spat out over a waterfall that fell and fell into emptiness and emptiness and never-- quite--touched--bottom--never--never--quite--no not quite--touched bottom... and you fell so fast you didn't touch the sides either... never... quite... touched... anything | fahrenheit-451 falling | Ray Bradbury | |
| 63e3665 | It is not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books...take it where you can find it, in old phonograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. Books were only one type of receptacle 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 stitched the patches of the .. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e971ae1 | He smelled of moon swamps and old Egyptian bandages. He was something found in museums, wrapped in nicotine linens, sealed in glass. But he was alive, puling like a babe, and shriveling unto death, fast, very fast, before their eyes. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 506fe17 | June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past. And if he should forget, the dandelion wine stood in the cellar, numbered huge for each and every day. He would go there often, stare straight into the sun until he could stare no more, then close his eyes .. | dandelion-wine summer | Ray Bradbury | |
| 9d3ae15 | Offri al popolo gare che si possono vincere ricordando le parole di canzoni molto popolari, o il nome delle capitali dei vari Stati dell'Unione o la quantita di grano che lo Iowa ha prodotto l'anno passato. Riempi loro i crani di dati non combustibili, imbottiscili di "fatti" al punto che non si possano piu muovere tanto son pieni, ma sicuri d'essere "veramente bene informati". Dopo di che avranno la certezza di pensare, la sensazione del m.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d2dc822 | August was almost over. The first cool touch of autumn moved slowly through the town and there was a softening and the first gradual burning fever of color in every tree, a faint flush and coloring in the hills, and the color of lions in the wheat fields. Now the pattern of days was familiar and repeated like a penman beautifully inscribing again and again, in practice, a series of it's and w's and m's, day after day the line repeated in de.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 02dbc22 | I hate a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder, ' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 6c284b4 | In the end, both sides wanted what the Pilgrims had been looking for in 1620: a place unfettered by obligations to others. But from the moment Massasoit decided to become the Pilgrims' ally, New England belonged to no single group. For peace and for survival, others must be accommodated. The moment any of them gave up on the difficult work of living with their neighbors--and all of the compromise, frustration, and delay that inevitably enta.. | Nathaniel Philbrick | ||
| b992d7c | No matter how much the inhabitants might try to hide it, there was a savagery about this island, a bloodlust and pride that bound every mother, father, and child in a clannish commitment to the hunt. | Nathaniel Philbrick | ||
| 4842885 | We all know the story: how a defiant and undisciplined collection of citizen soldiers banded together to defeat the mightiest army on earth. But as those who lived through the nearly decadelong saga of the American Revolution were well aware, that was not how it actually happened. The real Revolution was so troubling and strange that once the struggle was over, a generation did its best to remove all traces of the truth. No one wanted to re.. | Nathaniel Philbrick | ||
| 3ba919e | I was sleeping like a baby - waking up every three hours screaming and crapping my pants. | John Swartzwelder |