And the odd think in Dad's voice was the sound truth makes being said.
Let the world burn through you. Throw the prism light, white hot, on paper.
Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.
Mr. Montag, you are looking at a coward. I saw the way things were going a long time back. I said nothing. I am one of the innocents who could have spoken up and out when no one would listen to the 'guilty,' but I did not speak and thus became guilty myself.
We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.
And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.