“If a drop of that wine would drip into the NileThe crocodile would be drunken for hundred years by its smellIf the antelope in the dessert would drink a drop of itIt would become a roaring lion and wouldn’t think about the leopard”

“I'm afraid the popularity of the domestic cat would drop very quickly if little kitty could roar its displeasure.”

“Harton thought that if one squeezed humanity through a wine press, its essence would flow out as drops of policemen.”

“I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.”

“I would know your scent anywhere. Even in the darkest night in the darkest room with a hundred other people." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Yes, Camille. I would know it. Always, I would know...you.”

“How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and there would be more drunkenness than wine in the softness of her eyes on his.”

“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.”