Book: 451 degrees Fahrenheit. Page 1

That night the sky was preparing for war. It was swirling clouds, and in the gaps between them as the enemy patrol, shone a myriad stars. The sky was going to fall upon the city and turn it into a pile of white dust. In the bloody glow of the rose moon. That was this night.

Make sure that the torrent of melancholy and drear philosophy has swept our world.

Yet all the people - the masses - not even quoted the Magna Carta and the Constitution, there is no reason for concern.

... people can not force to listen. They must understand themselves to think about why it happened, why the world had exploded beneath their feet. Forever it can not continue.

We do not control the country, we are just a tiny minority, the voice of one crying in the wilderness.

- I acted like a fool from beginning to end. Something stupid. I can't stay long. I'm going, God knows where, ' said Montag.
Anyway, you were a fool about the right things.

Hunters in our time there is very little. And out of those few most easily intimidated.

... not to leave us alone. It is necessary that we worried, at least occasionally.

- You'll be home, when will the White clown and come visit? - shouted after him, Mildred.
Without turning, he stood in the doorway.
- Millie!
Silence.
- Well?
- Millie, the White clown love you?
The answer is no.
- Millie, he licked his dry lips, your relatives love you? Love with all your heart, with all your soul? And, Millie?
He felt her blinking slowly behind his head.
- Why do you ask such stupid questions?
He wanted to cry, but his lips were tightly compressed, and the eyes had no tears.

It is good to walk at night, right? I love to look at things, to smell, and it happens that I wander here all night and meet the sunrise.

And then, Clarisse was gone. At first he did not even understand what is different about this day from another, but the essence was that it was not visible Clarissa. The lawn was empty, the trees empty, the street empty. And before he realized what he missed before he started to look for the missing, he already was not myself, coming to metro, he was already in the power of a vague anxiety. Something happened, disrupted some kind of order, to which he was accustomed. However, this order was so simple and uncomplicated and was installed just a few days ago, but still...

Ask yourself: what do we covet most? To be happy, right?

Strange, but I feel like I'm not able to feel anything.

Burn was wonderful. A special delight to see, as the fire devours things as they blacken and change.