Ray Bradbury

No use making more people. People die.

I learned to let my senses and my Past tell me all that was somehow true.

Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become selfconscious about.

Emitted wisdoms masked as jokes,

I see my grandfather there looking up at that strange drifting light, thinking his own still thoughts

The televisor is 'real.' It is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and blasts it in. It must be, right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest, 'What nonsense!'"

It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed

Her head was half bent to watch her shoes stir the circling leaves.

— I'd have known it with my eyes shut,

“I didn't know that!” Montag laughed abruptly.

“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.