My business is to prevent the future.

He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")

Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it.

Poverty made a sound like a wet cough in the shadows of the room.

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!

Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.

How to feel your way toward something honest, hidden under the trapdoor on the top of your skull.