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Quotes from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
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1 Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
2 Montag stood fixing his raw eyes to the cold bright rail under his clenched fingers.
3 The light from the overhead lamps seemed as bright and revealing as the midday sun and just as hot.
4 He was looking for a brightness, a resolve, a triumph over tomorrow that hardly seemed to be there.
5 He cut off its terrible emptiness, drew back, and gave the entire room a gift of one huge bright yellow flower of burning.
6 Mildred, leaning anxiously nervously, as if to plunge, drop, fall into that swarming immensity of color to drown in its bright happiness.
7 Montag's face was entirely numb and featureless; he felt his head turn like a stone carving to the dark place next door, set in its bright border of flowers.
8 Surely you remember the boy in your own school class who was exceptionally 'bright,' did most of the reciting and answering while the others sat like so many leaden idols, hating him.
9 There was only the girl walking with him now, her face bright as snow in the moonlight, and he knew she was working his questions around, seeking the best answers she could possibly give.
10 Above all, their laughter was relaxed and hearty and not forced in any way, coming from the house that was so brightly lit this late at night while all the other houses were kept to themselves in darkness.
11 In the days to follow, and in the nights when there was no moon and in the nights when there was a very bright moon shining on the earth, the old man would go on with this talking and this talking, drop by drop, stone by stone, flake by flake.
12 He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact.