Farenheit 451 Quotes

“And the people who would burn the words, the people who would take the books from the shelves, the firemen and the ignorant, the ones afraid of tales and words and dreams and Hallowe'en and people who have tattooed themselves with stories and Boys! You Can Grow Mushrooms in Your Cellar! and as long as your words which are people which are days which are my life, as long as your words survive, then you lived and you mattered and you changed the world and I cannot remember your name.

I learned your books. Burned them into my mind. In case the firemen come to town.”
― Neil Gaiman, Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances

“FARENHEIT 451:
the temperature at which
Book-paper catches fire and burns”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night.”
― Ray bradbury

“Atibórralos de datos no combustibles, lánzales encima tantos "hechos" que se sientan abrumados, pero totalmente al día en cuanto a información. Entonces, tendrán la sensación de que piensan, tendrán la impresión de que se mueven sin moverse.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“So here, after fifty years, is Fahrenheit 451. I didn't know what I was doing, but I'm glad that it was done.”
― Ray Bradbury

“How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know that refracted your own light to you? People were more often - he searched for a simile, found one in his work - torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of yours and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?”
― Ray Bradbury

“...Books cut shorter. Condensations. Digests. Tabloids. Everything boils down to the snap ending.”
― ray bradbury

“It was a pleasure to burn.
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“...and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that smile, it never ever went away, as long as he remembered.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“What - the smell of kerosene? My wife always complains,' he laughed. 'You never was it off completely.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“What - the smell of kerosene? My wife always complains,' he laughed. 'You never wash it off completely.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“It was not the hysterical light of electricity but - what? But the strangely comfortable and rare and gently flattering light of the candle. One time, when he was a child, in a power-failure, his mother had found and lit a last candle and there had been a brief hour of rediscovery, of such illumination that space lost its vast dimensions and drew comfortably around them, and they, mother and son, alone, transformed...”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“You think too many things,' said Montag, uneasily.
'I rarely watch the "parlour walls" or go to the races or Fun Parks. So I've lots of time for crazy thoughts, I guess...”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“What incredible power of identification the girl had; she was like the eager watcher of a marionette show, anticipating each flicker of an eyelid, each gesture of his hand, each flick of a finger, the moment before it began.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“And the men with the cigarettes in their straight-lined mouths, the men with the eyes of puff-adders, took up their load of machine and tube, their case of liquid melancholy and the slow dark sludge of nameless stuff, and strolled out the door.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“There are too many of us, he thought. There are billion of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone. Strangers come and take your blood.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“...and then (he) lay down with the moonlight on his cheek-bones and on the frowning ridges in his brow, with the moonlight distilled in each eye to form a silver cataract. there.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“In the late afternoon it rained and the entire world was dark grey. He stood in the hall of his house, putting on his badge with the orange salamander burning across it.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“It's a lot of funnels and a lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not. They run us so ragged by the end of the day we can't do anything but go to bed or head for a Fun Park to bully people around, break window-panes in the Window Smasher place and wreck cars in the Car Wrecker place with the big steel ball. Or go out in the cars and race on the streets, trying to see how close you can get to lampposts, playing "chicken" and "knock hub-caps". I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Do you notice how people hurt one another nowadays?”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Sometimes i'm ancient. I'm afraid of children my own age. They kill each other... I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid. My Uncle says his grandfather remembered when children didn't kill each other. But that was a long time ago when they had things different. They believed in responsibility...”
― Ray bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Montag, a funny thing. Heard tell this morning. Fireman in Seattle, purposefully set a Mechanical Hound to his own chemical complex and let it loose. What kind of suicide would you call that?”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“You weren't hurting anyone, you were hurting only things! And since things couldn't really be hurt, since things felt nothing, and things don't scream or whimper, as this woman might begin to scream and cry out, there was nothing to tease your conscience later. You were simply cleaning up. Janitorial work, essentially. Everything to its proper place. Quick with the kerosene! Who's got a match!”
― Ray bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“So it was the hand that started it all...

His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms. He could feel the poison working up his wrists and into his elbows and his shoulders, and then the jump-over from shoulder-blade to shoulder-blade like a spark leaping a gap. His hands were ravenous. And his eyes were beginning to feel hunger, as if they must look at something, anything, everything.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“...for he remembered last week and the two white stones staring up at the ceiling and the pump-snake with the probing eye and the two soap faced men with the cigarettes moving in their mouths when they talked.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Beatty smiled his smile which showed the candy pink-ness of his gums and the tiny candy whiteness of his teeth. 'I've seen it all. You were going to call for a night off.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“The fact is we didn't get along well until photography came into its own. Then - motion pictures in the early twentieth century. Radio. Television. Things began to have mass.'

'And because they had mass, they became simpler,”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“His anger did not even touch them.”
― Ray Bradbury

“People don't talk about anything.'

'...They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming-pools mostly and say how swell!'

'...And most of of the time in the cafes they have the joke-boxes on and the same jokes most of the time, or the musical wall lit and all the coloured patterns running up and down, but it's only colour and all abstract. And at the museums, have you ever been? All abstract. That's all there is now. My uncle says it was different once. A long time back sometimes pictures said things or even showed people.”
― ray bradbury