Not to write, for many of us, is to die.

The gift of life is so precious that we should feel an obligation to pay back the universe for the gift of being alive.

I write all of my novels and stories, as you have seen, in a great surge of delightful passion. Only recently, glancing at the novel, I realized that Montag is named after a paper manufacturing company. And Faber, of course, is a maker of pencils! What a sly thing my subconscious was, to name them thus. And not tell me!

The important thing is to be in love with something.

I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise.

I felt a bit bookish, cut off from life.

There's no reason to burn books if you don't read them.