1 Strangers come and cut your heart out.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 2 It targets itself, homes itself, and cuts off.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 3 An instant before reaching him the wild beetle cut and swerved out.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 4 By the time I was forty my blunt instrument had been honed to a fine cutting point for me.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 5 The fireproof plastic sheath on everything was cut wide and the house began to shudder with flame.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 6 The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 7 Montag shut his eyes, shouted, shouted, and fought to get his hands at his ears to clamp and to cut away the sound.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 8 He cut off its terrible emptiness, drew back, and gave the entire room a gift of one huge bright yellow flower of burning.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 9 Other Salamanders were roaring, their engines far away, and police sirens were cutting their way across town with their sirens.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 10 Classics cut to fit fifteen-minute radio shows, then cut again to fill a two-minute book column, winding up at last as a ten- or twelve-line dictionary resume.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 11 Montag took the four remaining books and hopped, jolted, hopped his way down the alley and suddenly fell as if his head had been cut off and only his body lay there.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 12 And then, to the sound of death, the sound of the jets cutting the sky in two black pieces beyond the horizon, he would lie in the loft, hidden and safe, watching those strange new stars over the rim of the earth, fleeing from the soft color of dawn.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright