75 Novel(s) Related To Fahrenheit 451 Quotes With Page Numbers

“He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” — Friedrich Nietzsche Chapter 80 “We can make it past! We just need to run quickly. We'd make it,” the man with ali, who from his voice I can identify as Uriel, one of the old ranch hands, counters, himself also coughing heavily. But I know there is a fat chance of this. One foot into that inferno, and we will all be roasted alive.

I feel and hear footsteps moving but I don't follow them, I'm drowning inside a large aquarium that closed the alarm leaving me here. - Yellow alert and code red in effect (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. Attention, fire in chamber 4. (...) Contain the experiments. As a sign of resistance, kill, preserve the body to the maximum. (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. (...) The tenths must be brought in safely. (...) Attention, fire in chamber 4. - A distorted voice repeated in the speaker.

Because when I rise, it won’t be for justice. It will be for war. --- End of Chapter 5

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4 "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒....𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣

she announced as I drove off and I frowned not being able to tell how she felt about it with those four words. "Why did you think?" "Her poems are...different," she mumbled and I laughed slightly. "Different bad or different good?" "Different interesting," "Do you have a favourite quote or did you-" "When anger spreads inside your breast keep watch against an idly barking tongue," "Page 19," I mumbled and she laughed "You memorized the book?" "It's a good book," "I won't disagree," she mumbled and I glanced over to her meeting her gaze for a split second.

Watering my lips with my tongue, I began to recite every single word of it. "Chapter 8, page 71," she wasn't satisfied. And I did it again, pissing her off even more. "Chapter 85, page 700." Again. "Chapter 1, page 17." Again. "Chapter 55, page 593," again I recited word per word identical as in the book. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but did all of the girls have to recite five different pages of the book?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"Maybe I should just let it go... self-preservation first!" ... "Why is it so chilly in New York City at night?" Quentin inquired. "Come here," I gestured to Quentin. "Let me show you a little gem." Quentin followed me into the master bedroom and spotted an electric heater on the floor. His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly sat on the carpet, reaching out his hands towards the warmth. Seated beside him, I proudly declared, "Isn't it a gem?" Quentin remained silent, enjoying the warmth before deciding to unplug it.

Chapter 55 is OBLIVION and it's the beginning of the END! END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

"But it's an honest one." He turned back to the book and found the page he was looking for without searching, the way you find things you have visited many times. He read aloud in a voice low enough that it belonged only to this aisle, to this twelve inches of space between his mouth and my ear. "Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art. Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart, like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite."

"The enemy of my enemy is still dangerous. But so are you. Don't forget that." I stare at the screen. Then I delete it. Roll over. Wrap my arms around Celeste. And sleep. End of Chapter 127

I did not write the line. I did not know what that meant yet. I had a feeling it was going to become clear very soon. Author's Note Thirty-one times before. Not the thirty-second. The notebook is closed. Chapter 45 is Milo. He has given her enough time. He is moving.

Crystal’s POV "The phrase is, All men must die, All men must serve." I held a serious expression, trying to hold back a laugh. What was with that phrase? We're in the twenty-first century. I nodded to acknowledge understanding, and she nodded her head and continued. "Good, the contact is on the fourth floor, and his room number is fifty. Just knock and repeat the first half of that phrase. Once the reply comes back, then you're okay to go into the room."

“I’ll burn it all.” For a moment, Piper couldn’t breathe. The heat from the flames reached her face, but her skin felt cold. This couldn’t be happening. She shook her head in denial, muttering, “No, no, not now.” Her eyes darted frantically until they landed on a sturdy tree branch on the ground at a distance. She hurriedly grabbed it and rushed to the fire, trying desperately to drag half-burnt pages out of the flames. “No, no, we can’t give up now!” Her voice shook, her lips trembling. “We are close, Mum! We finally have a real lead!”

"That's a quote, isn't it?" Her mouth opens, and her eyes widen on him. "Yes Master, it is." Gazing out of the window, he rubs his nose. "I know the reference, but for the life of me, I can't think where from." Charlotte's eyes are glossing.... What's going on here? Michael exchanges a look with me, shrugging and shaking his head. She almost whispers. "It's from 'The Notebooks of Lazarus Long.' taken from Heinlein's 'Time Enough for Love'."

"I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life." ~Ian McEwan, Atonement The next week followed with Rogue not going back to the subject of Lorenzo and I hate that my mind kept taking me back there, but I couldn't help it. I didn't know if Rogue thought about what the warden told him a week ago all the while he went to work and attend all those conference meetings, but I did. And I didn't mean to take matters that weren't my concern up but I couldn't stop.

He thought: the fourth section will begin with the kitchen. He was glad. End of Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Five

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Because I'd already learned how to rise from ash. Final line: They didn't come looking for a queen. They came for the fire. And I... I was already burning.

Lia yelled, pulling forcefully on Bima's arm. Bima turned for one last look at the hole, catching sight of a cookbook that had fallen open to a page with handwriting he recognized all too well. His own handwriting from the future. The page bore a single sentence, "Never stop cooking, even when this world no longer has fire." Then, at the end of the collapsing crystal corridor, a massive black shadow began to crawl upward, carrying an aroma even sharper than ozone, the scent of burnt meat that had already been served.

He didn’t even pretend not to — his gaze lingered, heavy, before dragging back up to her face. “What the hell am I doing?” she thought. *I should leave. I should really fucking leave right now.* Instead she said, “Page 41. The Plath passage. You circled it like it mattered. Read it back to me if you’re so sure.” Marcus shook his head once, slow. “No. You read it to me.” It felt like a trap. A test. She wanted to pass it. She wanted to fail it spectacularly.