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Quotes from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
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1 The front door voiced called again softly.
2 A fly stirred its wings softly in his ear.
3 She returned, singing, snapping her fingers softly.
4 Her face, turned to him now, was fragile milk crystal with a soft and constant light in it.
5 Her cheeks were very pink and her lips were very fresh and full of color and they looked soft and relaxed.
6 But in his mind, a cool wind started up and blew out the ventilator grill at home, softly, chilling his face.
7 Beatty stood there looking at him steadily with his eyes, while his mouth opened and began to laugh, very softly.
8 And then when the startled dust had settled down about Montag's mind, Faber began, softly, "All right, he's had his say."
9 They had sat in the green soft light without saying a word for a moment and then Montag talked about the weather and then the old man responded with a pale voice.
10 He felt his body divide itself into a hotness and a coldness, a softness and a hardness, a trembling and a not trembling, the two halves grinding one upon the other.
11 The Mechanical Hound slept but did not sleep, lived but did not live in its gently humming, gently vibrating, softly illuminated kennel back in a dark corner of the firehouse.
12 There was only the singing of the thimble-wasps in her tamped-shut ears, and her eyes all glass, and breath going in and out, softly, faintly, in and out her nostrils, and her not caring whether it came or went, went or came.
13 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.
14 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.