“He's standing in a cluster of black T-shirts - together, they look like the wilted petals on a single dead flower.”

“He was wearing a plain white oxford unbuttoned over a T-shirt, but something about the way they fit made him look put together, like an Abercrombie model (well, like an Abercrombie model who had remembered to put on a shirt that morning).”

“Sit down, Montag. Watch. Delicately, like the petals of a flower. Light the first page, light the second page. Each becomes a black butterfly. Beautiful, eh?' ... There sat Beatty, perspiring gently, the floor littered with swarms of black moths that had died in a single storm.”

“Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins.Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.”

“Words in a poem are like petals on a flower, only together, in the right position, at the right time are they seen as they should be.”

“Thunder rumbled. My heart beat faster. I turned away from Evernight for the last time and looked back at the flower as it trembled upon its branch. A single petal was torn away by the wind. Pushing my hands through the thorns, I felt lashes of pain across my skin, but i kept going determined.But when my fingertip touched the flower, it instantly darkened, withering and drying as each petal turned black. ”