Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.

You always dread the unfamiliar.

Fahrenheit 451: The temperature at which book-paper catches fire and burns.

Why waste your final hours racing about your cage denying you're a squirrel?

A thousand gallons of tea and five hundred biscuits is enough for one friendship.

"Crazy."
"Always was." Tom crossed his eyes, stuck out his tongue. "Always will be."

Maybe they're right, maybe it's best not to face things, to run, have fun.

A dwarf on a giant's shoulders of the furthest of the two!

Here comes a very strange beast which in all tongues is called a fool.

How many times can a man go down and still be alive?

How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?

So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life.

The only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book.

Let me come in. I won't say anything. I just want to listen... What is it you're saying?

It would be funny if it were not serious.

Eat, sleep, breathe, Lee, and stop staring at me like I'm something new in the house!