If you don't like what you're doing, then don't do it.

I don't think about what I do. I do it. That's Buddhism. I jump off the cliff and build my wings on the way down.

Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there was it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away.

Stuff your eyes with wonder.

Are you happy?" she [Clarisse] said. "Am I what?" he [Montag] cried. But she was gone- running in the moonlight. Her front door shut gently.

(...) And metaphors like cats behind your smile, Each one wound up to purr, each one a pride, Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...)

Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt