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Quotes from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
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1 Perhaps the merest flourish of light and motion in the sky.
2 Nineteenth-century man with his horses, dogs, carts, slow motion.
3 It's perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never did.
4 Then they'll feel they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving.
5 That small motion, the white and red color, a strange fire because it meant a different thing to him.
6 He lay in the high barn loft all night, listening to distant animals and insects and trees, the little motions and stirrings.
7 It was like a faint drift of greenish luminescent smoke, the motion of a single huge October leaf blowing across the lawn and away.
8 The voices talked of everything, there was nothing they could not talk about, he knew, from the very cadence and motion and continual stir of curiosity and wonder in them.
9 And he knew that he was also the old man who talked to him and talked to him as the train was sucked from one end of the night city to the other on one long sickening gasp of motion.
10 The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward.
11 He almost thought he heard the motion of her hands as she walked, and the infinitely small sound now, the white stir of her face turning when she discovered she was a moment away from a man who stood in the middle of the pavement waiting.
12 Now, the dry smell of hay, the motion of the waters, made him think of sleeping in fresh hay in a lonely barn away from the loud highways, behind a quiet farmhouse, and under an ancient windmill that whirred like the sound of the passing years overhead.
13 He saw her leaning toward the great shimmering walls of color and motion where the family talked and talked and talked to her, where the family prattled and chatted and said her name and smiled at her and said nothing of the bomb that was an inch, now a half inch, now a quarter inch from the top of the hotel.