They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.

Life shoould be touched, not strangled. You've got to relax, let it happen at times, and at other move forward with it.

Friendship is an island that you retreat to and you all fall on the floor and laugh at all the other ninnies that don't have enough brains to have your good taste.

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of candles. The whole graveyard was one swarm of candleshine as if a population of fireflies had heard of a Grand Conglomeration and had flown here to settle in and flame upon the stones and light the brown faces and the dark eyes and the black hair.

"That's sad," said Montag, quietly, "because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know."

I want your loves to be multiple. I don't want you to be a snob about anything. Anything you love, you do it.