Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle.

A conglomerate heap of trash, that's what I am. But it burns with a high flame.

A book is a loaded gun.

To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.

There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

Remember, Montag, we're the happiness boys. We stand against the small tide of those who want to make everyone unhappy with conflicting theory and thought.