| A | B |
|---|
| Those who dont build must burn. Its as old as history and juvenile delinquents. | Faber |
| I am a cowardly old fool. | Faber |
| Ive never known any dead man killed in a war. | Mildred |
| Ladies, once a year, every firemans allowed to bring one book home, from the old days to show his family how silly it all was. | Mildred |
| Go home and think of you first husband divorced and your second husband killed in a jet and your third husband blowing his brains out. | Montag |
| The next few hours, when you see captain Beatty, tiptoe round him, let me hear him fro you, let me feel the situation out. | Faber |
| I thought you were dead. The audiocapsule I gave you[burnt]. | Faber |
| I cant move them. I feel so damn silly. My feet wont move. | Montag |
| God, what a pulse! Ive got you going have I, Montag. | Beatty |
| Get up! Dammit, get up! | Montag |
| Ill let old Pete do all the worrying. Not me. Im not worried. | Mrs. Phelps |
| You know I havent any! No one in his right mind, the good Lord knows, would have children. | Mrs. Phelps |
| As for poetry, I hate it. | Mrs. Bowles |
| Here we go to keep the world happy, Montag. | Beatty |
| Montag you dont look well. Id hate to think you were coming down with another fever. | Beatty |
| I want you to do this job all by your lonesome Montag. Not with kerosene and a match, but piece work, with a flame thrower. Your house, your clean up. | Beatty |
| Colored people dont like Little Black Sambo. Burn it. White people dont feel good about Uncle Toms Cabin. Burn it | Beatty |
| Shut the relatives up | Beatty |
| Books arent people | Mildred |
| Hes a regular peppermint stick now, all sugar crystal and saccharine when he isnt making products that every worshipper absolutely needs. | Faber |
| Fire is bright and fire is clean. | Beatty |
| Let me fix your pillow | Mildred |
| To keep the ancient odor of Mr. Faber in, of course. | Faber |
| Youll stink like a bob cat, but thats all right. | Granger |
| Welcome back from the dead. | Granger |
| I thought I had part of the book of Ecclesiastes and maybe a little of Revelation, but I havent even that now. | Montag |
| Carried out on a national scale, it might have worked beautifully. | Granger |
| Were book burners, too. We read the books and burnt them, afraid theyd be found. | Granger |
| I feel alive for the first time in years. | Faber |
| My wife, my wife. Poor Millie, poor, poor Millie. I cant remember anything. I think of her hands but I dont see them doing anything at all. They just hang there at her sides or they lay there on her lap or theres a cigarette in them, but thats all. | Montag |
| Do you ever read any of the books that you burn? | Clarisse |
| When did we meet? And where? | Montag |
| So many people are. Afraid of firemen, I mean but your just a man, after all | Clarisse |
| How do you get so empty? | Montag |
| Dont stand there, idiot! | Beatty |
| Rain even tastes good! | Clarisse |
| Are you happy? | Clarisse |
| Happy! Of all the nonsense. | Montag |
| Its that dandelion, he said. Youve used it all up on yourself. That is why it wont work for me. | Montag |
| You havent any enemies here Guy. | Beatty |
| Hell! Its a fine bit of craftsmanship, a good rifle that can fetch its own target and guarantees the bulls-eye every time. | Beatty |
| You make me feel very old and much like a father. | Montag |
| Any mans insane who thinks he can fool the government and us. | Beatty |
| Didnt fireman prevent fires rather than stoke them up and get them going? | Montag |
| Im anti social they say. I dont mix. | Clarisse |
| Youre a hopeless romantic. | Faber |
| Once, books appeal to a few people, here, there, everywhere. | Beatty |
| A natural error. Curiosity alone. | Montag |
| Right now Ive got an awful feeling. I want to smash things and kill things. | Montag |
| Yes, the white clowns on tonight. | Mildred |
| Here we go to make the world happy. | Beatty |
