Fahrenheit 451

But I don’t think it’s social to get a bunch of people together and then not let me talk, do you?

‘Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.’

Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority.

And when the war’s over, some day, some year, the books can be written again, the people will be called in, one by one, to recite what they know and we’ll set it up in type until another Dark Age, when we might have to do the whole damn thing over again. But that’s the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he giv

The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are. They’re Caesar’s praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, “Remember, Caesar, thou art mortal.”

“Words are like leaves and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.” Alexander Pope.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?’