Guy Montag – Character Quotes

That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.

We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy.

Is it because we're having so much fun at home we've forgotten the world? Is it because we're so rich and the rest of the world's so poor and we just don't care if they are?

Darkness. He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. 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.

Maybe they're right, maybe it's best not to face things, to run, have fun.

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?

Let me come in. I won't say anything. I just want to listen... What is it you're saying?

"People don't talk about anything."
"Oh, they must!"
"No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming-pools mostly and say how swell! But they all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else. And most of the time in the cafes they have the jokeboxes on and the same jokes most of the time, or the musical wall lit and all the coloured patterns running up and down, but it's only colour and all abstract."

You're peculiar, you're aggravating, yet you're easy to forgive.

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.

"How many of you are there?"
"Thousands on the roads, the abandoned railtracks, tonight, bums on the outside, libraries inside."

Montag said, "I've been a fool all down the line. I can't stay long. I'm on my way God knows where."
"At least you were a fool about the right things,"

And as before, it was good to burn, he felt himself gush out in the fire, snatch, rend, rip in half with flame, and put away the senseless problem. If there was no solution, well then now there was no problem, either. Fire was best for everything!

There must be something in books, things we can't imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don't stay for nothing.

And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense.