Forgotten Sci-Fi Classics

were not important, we were not to be pedants, we were not to feel superior, we were nothing more than covers for books, of no individual significance whatever.

knowledge intact and safe and not to excite or anger anyone; for then, if we are destroyed, the knowledge is most certainly dead.

Living books, Mr. Montag, living books. Inside the old skull where no one can see.”

People never trust themselves, but they never let others know. I suppose that’s why we do rash things, expose ourselves in positions from which we don’t dare retreat. Unconsciously, we fear we might give in, quit the fight, and so we do a foolish thing, like reading poetry to women.

, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seemsTo lie before us like a land of dreams,So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;And we are here as on a darkling plainSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,Where ignorant armies clash by night.”

That perhaps our civil rights and other precious possessions haven’t been taken away in the past century, but have, if anything, been given away by us?”

People don’t want to think. They’re having fun.”

We’ve got to know what these books are so we can tell others, and so that, eventually, they can tell everyone.

our civilization is so vast that we can’t have our minorities upset and stirred. People must be contented. Books bother them

Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man?