Ray Bradbury

I learned to let my senses and my Past tell me all that was somehow true.

Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become selfconscious about.

Emitted wisdoms masked as jokes,

I see my grandfather there looking up at that strange drifting light, thinking his own still thoughts

The televisor 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!'"

"What?" asked Montag of that other self, the subconscious idiot that ran babbling at times, quite independent of will, habit, and conscience.

don't need an M.D., case like this; all you need is two handymen, clean up the problem in half an hour.

his machine pumped all of the blood from the body and replaced it with fresh blood and serum.

And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind.

ildred watched the toast delivered to her plate. She had both ears plugged with electronic bees that were humming the hour away. She looked up suddenly, saw him, and nodded.