I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings, turned the chapters with my tongue! Books by the dozen, the score and the billion. I carried so many home I was hunchbacked for years. Philosophy, art history, politics, social science, the poem, the essay, the grandiose play, you name 'em, I ate 'em.

The problem in our country isn't with books being banned, but with people no longer reading. You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.

Sleeping beauty awoke at the kiss of a scientist and expired at the fatal puncture of his syringe.

Montag sentiu que o livro eu escondera batia como um outro coração contra o seu peito.

And when they ask us what we're doing, you can say, We're remembering.

And when the war's over, some day, someyear, 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.

And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman!!

But do you know, we never ask questions, or at least most don't; they just run the answers at you, bing, bing, bing... 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.

It was pretty silly quoting poetry around free and easy like that. It was the act of a silly damn snob. Give man a few lines of verse and he thinks he's the Lord of all Creation. You think you can walk on water with all your books. Well, the world can get by just fine without them.