Why all this insistence on the senses? Because in order to convince your reader that he is THERE, you must assault each of his senses, in turn, with color, sound, taste, and texture. If your reader feels the sun on his flesh, the wind fluttering his shirt sleeves, half your fight is won. The most improbable tales can be made believable, if your reader, through his senses, feels certain that he stands at the middle of events. He cannot refuse, then, to participate. The logic of events always gives way to the logic of the senses.

Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love.

No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it.

We have our Arts so we won't die of Truth.

He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough.

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

"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."