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I don't see myself as a philosopher. That's awfully boring.
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From this outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living. Did all dying people feel this way, as if they had never lived? Did life seem that short, indeed, over and done before you took a breath? Did it seem this abrupt and impossible to everyone, or only to himself, here, now, with a few hours left to him for thought and deliberation?
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And they were all, when their souls grew warm, poets.
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We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.
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Recreate the world in your own image and make it better for your having been here.
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I write all of my novels and stories, as you have seen, in a great surge of delightful passion. Only recently, glancing at the novel, I realized that Montag is named after a paper manufacturing company. And Faber, of course, is a maker of pencils! What a sly thing my subconscious was, to name them thus. And not tell me!
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If you write a hundred short stories and they're all bad, that doesn't mean you've failed. You fail only if you stop writing.
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The Internet is a big distraction. It's distracting, it's meaningless; it's not real. It's in the air somewhere.
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I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.
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Quantity produces quality. If you only write a few things, you're doomed.
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Don't talk about it; write.
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Science-fiction balances you on the cliff. Fantasy shoves you off.
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There is no future for e-books, because they are not books. E-books smell like burned fuel.
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You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.
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He knew what the wind was doing to them, where it was taking them, to all the secret places that were never so secret again in life.
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My stories run up and bite me on the leg - I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.
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I'm not a serious person, and I don't like serious people.
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Each person was himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid, always alone. If I should scream, if I should call for help, would anyone hear would it even matter?
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The television is 'real'. It is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and blasts it in. It must be right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest, 'What nonsense!'.
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Acting without knowing takes you right off the cliff.