“It's bad to get up early, stand at your typewriter and work, then find it's nothing and take a bottle to bed.”

“Authors, full of evil thoughts, lock up your typewriters.”

“What should I do?""Throw up in your typewriter every morning.""Yeah.""Clean up every noon.”

“Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and it's quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp.”

“I have three rules to live by: Get your work done. If that doesn't work, shut up and drink your gin, and when all else fails, run like hell.”

“For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely is CERTAIN, that nothing bad will ever happen to ME. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there ARE. But let's not talk about them, eh? By the time the consequences catch up to you, it's too late, isn't it, Montag?”

“It takes writing a billion bad words before you get to the good ones.”