1 "I'm full of bits and pieces," said Beatty.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 2 Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 2: The Sieve and the Sand 3 The toaster spidered out a piece of buttered bread for him.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 4 She set the toaster clicking away at another piece of bread.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 5 We haven't anything to go on, but maybe we can piece it out and figure it and help each other.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 1: The Hearth and the Salamander 6 We are all bits and pieces of history and literature and international law, Byron, Tom Paine, Machiavelli or Christ, it's here.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 7 I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the back yard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 8 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 9 He tried to piece it all together, to go back to the normal pattern of life a few short days ago before the sieve and the sand, Denham's Dentifrice, moth voices, fireflies, the alarms and excursions, too much for a few short days, too much, indeed, for a lifetime.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright 10 There was a silence gathered all about that fire and the silence was in the men's faces, and time was there, time enough to sit by this rusting track under the trees, and look at the world and turn it over with the eyes, as if it were held to the center of the bonfire, a piece of steel these men were all shaping.
Fahrenheit 451 By Ray BradburyContext In PART 3: Burning Bright