Fahrenheit 451 Quotes With Page Numbers Novels & Stories

“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