Guy Montag: Tell me, this uncle of yours, did he ever tell you not to talk to strangers?
Clarisse: No, he did say once if anyone asked how old I was to say I was 20 and light in the head. They always seem to go together.
Guy Montag: Light in the head?
Clarisse: Mm-hmm, loopy, crazy.
Guy Montag: To learn how to find, one must first learn how to hide.
Clarisse: Is it true that a long time ago, firemen used to put out fires and not burn books?
Guy Montag: Your uncle is right, you are light in the head, put out fires? Houses have always been fireproof.
Clarisse: Ours isn't.
Guy Montag: Well, it should be condemned, destroyed, and you'll have to move to one that is.
Guy Montag: Look at that fellow over there.
Clarisse: What's he doing?
Guy Montag: That's the information box. He can't make up his mind.
Clarisse: What does he want to find out?
Guy Montag: He doesn't want to find out anything. He knows someone who has books, so he got hold of the person's picture and number and is going to drop it into that box.
Clarisse: But he's an informer.
Guy Montag: No, he's an informant.
Clarisse: Why?
Guy Montag: What?
Clarisse: How did it come about? How did it begin? How could someone like you be doing this work? I know everyone says that but you - you're not like them. When I say something to you, you look at me. Why did you choose this job? With you it doesn't make any sense.
The Captain: Robinson Crusoe, the Negroes didn't like that because of his man, Friday. And Nietzsche, Nietzsche, the Jews didn't like Nietzsche. Here's a book about lung cancer. You see, all the cigarette smokers got into a panic, so for everybody's peace of mind, we burn it.
Clarisse: But why do you burn books?
Guy Montag: Books make people unhappy, they make them anti-social.
Clarisse: Do you think I'm anti-social?
Guy Montag: Why do you ask?
Clarisse: Well... I'm a teacher, not quite actually, I'm still on probation. I was called to the administration office today, and I don't think I said the right things. I'm not at all happy about my answers.
Clarisse: You don't like books, then.
Guy Montag: Do you like the rain?
Clarisse: Yes, I adore it.
The Captain: What's going on?
Fireman: This house has been condemned, it's to be burnt with the books immediately.
The Captain: Burning the books is one thing, burning the house is another altogether.
Guy Montag: Fahrenheit four-five-one is the temperature at which book paper catches fire and starts to burn.
The Captain: You see, it's... it's no good, Montag. We've all got to be alike. The only way to be happy is for everyone to be made equal.
Book Person: 'Martian Chronicles': I'm "The Martian Chronicles" by Ray Bradbury.
The Captain: Just tell me this, Montag: at a guess, how many literary awards would you say were made in this country on an average each year? 5? 10? 40? Not less than 1,200.
The Captain: Look, all stories of the dead, biography that's called, and autobiography. My life, my diary, my memoirs, my - intimate memoirs.
Book Lady: Play the man, Master Ridley. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace as I trust shall never be put out.
Cousin Claudette: Today's figures for operations in the urban area alone account for the elimination of a total of 2,750 pounds of conventional editions, 836 pounds of first editions, and 17 pounds of manuscripts were also destroyed. Twenty-three anti-social elements were detained, pending re-education.
