“Kill two birds with one stone, feed the homeless to the hungry.”

“To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.”

“The old man would go on with this talking and this talking, drop by drop, stone by stone, flake by flake. His mind would well over at last and he would not be Montag any more, this the old man told him, assured him, promised him. He would be Montag-plus-Faber, fire plus water, and then, one day, after everything had mixed and simmered and worked away in silence, there would be neither fire nor water, but wine. Out of two separate and opposite things, a third. And one day he would look back upon the fool and know the fool.”

“Digest-digests, digest-digest-digests. Politics? One column, two sentences, a headline!”

“But that was another Mildred so deep inside this one, and so bothered, really bothered, that the two women had never met.”

“Only if the third necessary thing could be given us. Number one, as I said: quality of information. Number two: leisure to digest it. And number three: the right to carry out actions based on what we learn from the interaction of the first two.”

“He felt his body divide itself into a hotness and a coldness, a softness and a hardness, a trembling and a hot trembling, the two halves grinding one upon the other”