"What's going on?"
"Oh, they just sitting around, talking. It's like being a pedestrian, only rarer."
Here comes a very strange beast which in all tongues is called a fool.
A dwarf on a giant's shoulders of the furthest of the two!
How many times can a man go down and still be alive?
How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?
The only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book.
It would be funny if it were not serious.
Let me come in. I won't say anything. I just want to listen... What is it you're saying?
Coloured people don't like Little Black Sambo. Burn it. White people don't feel good about Uncle Tom's Cabin. Burn it. Someone's written a book on tobacco and cancer of the lungs? The cigarette people are weeping? Bum the book. Serenity, Montag. Peace, Montag. Take your fight outside. Better yet, into the incinerator.