Fahrenheit 451
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I'm a Ray Bradbury fan. Haven't read this, but I recently saw the film.
Race to 2,000,000.
Race to 2,000,000.
This copy is an older paperback. My book club recently read this. Bradbury can write!
"… 1 million colors, 1 million oddities, a door where a window should be, a top for a bottom, a side for a back, and then the city rolled over and fell down dead.
The sound of its death came after."
"for another of those impossible instants the city stood, rebuilt and unrecognizable, taller than it had ever hoped or strived to be, taller than man had built it, erected at last in grouts of shattered concrete and sparkles of torn metal into a mural hung like in a reversed avalanche...""
"Stuff your eyes with wonder."
"And what lights the sun? Its own fire. And the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time. The sun and time and burning. Burning."
"No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to talk, rocking, and not talking when they didn't want to talk. Sometimes they just sat there and thought about things, turned things over… Might be they didn't want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking…"
"He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back."
"He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out. Darkness. He was not happy. He was not happy."
"He felt she was walking in a circle about him, turning him end for end, shaking him quietly, and emptying his pockets, without once moving herself."
"… 1 million colors, 1 million oddities, a door where a window should be, a top for a bottom, a side for a back, and then the city rolled over and fell down dead.
The sound of its death came after."
"for another of those impossible instants the city stood, rebuilt and unrecognizable, taller than it had ever hoped or strived to be, taller than man had built it, erected at last in grouts of shattered concrete and sparkles of torn metal into a mural hung like in a reversed avalanche...""
"Stuff your eyes with wonder."
"And what lights the sun? Its own fire. And the sun goes on, day after day, burning and burning. The sun and time. The sun and time and burning. Burning."
"No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to talk, rocking, and not talking when they didn't want to talk. Sometimes they just sat there and thought about things, turned things over… Might be they didn't want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking…"
"He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back."
"He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out. Darkness. He was not happy. He was not happy."
"He felt she was walking in a circle about him, turning him end for end, shaking him quietly, and emptying his pockets, without once moving herself."
