AND in Classic Quotes

1  Her dress was white and it whispered.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

2  Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

3  It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

4  While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

5  Her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

6  At the last moment, when disaster seemed positive, he pulled his hands from his pockets and broke his fall by grasping the golden pole.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

7  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.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

8  The air seemed charged with a special calm as if someone had waited there, quietly, and only a moment before he came, simply turned to a shadow and let him through.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

9  But he knew his mouth had only moved to say hello, and then when she seemed hypnotized by the salamander on his arm and the phoenix-disc on his chest, he spoke again.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

10  He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

11  The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise, but instead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining and alive, that he felt he had said something quite wonderful.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

12  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.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

13  They walked in the warm-cool blowing night on the silvered pavement and there was the faintest breath of fresh apricots and strawberries in the air, and he looked around and realized this was quite impossible, so late in the year.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

14  He hung up his black beetle-colored helmet and shined it; he hung his flameproof jacket neatly; he showered luxuriously, and then, whistling, hands in pockets, walked across the upper floor of the fire station and fell down the hole.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

15  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.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

16  He walked out of the fire station and along the midnight street toward the subway where the silent air-propelled train slid soundlessly down its lubricated flue in the earth and let him out with a great puff of warm air onto the cream-tiled escalator rising to the suburb.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander

17  With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history.

Fahrenheit 451 By Ray Bradbury
Context   In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander