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Quotes from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
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1 The land rushed at him, a tidal wave.
2 He felt his heel bump land, touch pebbles and rocks, scrape sand.
3 The black land slid by and he was going into the country among the hills.
4 To see the firehouses burn across the land, destroyed as hotbeds of treason.
5 He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land.
6 There must have been a billion leaves on the land; he waded in them, a dry river smelling of hot cloves and warm dust.
7 The track that came out of the city and rusted across the land, through forests and woods, deserted now, by the river.
8 Then the lights switched back to the land, the helicopters swerved over the city again, as if they had picked up another trail.
9 Millie was not here and the Hound was not here, but the dry smell of hay blowing from some distant field put Montag on the land.
10 After a long time of floating on the land and a short time of floating in the river he knew why he must never burn again in his life.
11 After all the running and rushing and sweating it out and half drowning, to come this far, work this hard, and think yourself safe and sigh with relief and come out on the land at last only to find.
12 And then the voices began and they were talking, and he could hear nothing of what the voices said, but the sound rose and fell quietly and the voices were turning the world over and looking at it; the voices knew the land and the trees and the city which lay down the track by the river.
13 Two dozen of them flurried, wavering, indecisive, three miles off, like butterflies puzzled by autumn, and then they were plummeting down to land, one by one, here, there, softly kneading the streets where, turned back to beetles, they shrieked along the boulevards or, as suddenly, leapt back into the air, continuing their search.