Ray Bradbury Fahrenheit 451

How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?

When it was all over he felt like a man who had been thrown from a cliff, whirled in a centrifuge and spat out over a waterfall that fell and fell into emptiness and emptiness and never―quite―touched―bottom―never―never―quite―no not quite―touched―bottom... and you fell so fast you didn't touch the sides either . . . never . . . quite . . . touched . . . anything.

"I'm full of bits and pieces,"

And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death, a silly empty man near a silly empty woman

Any man's insane who thinks he can fool the Government and us.

God, thought Montag, how true! Always at night the alarm comes. Never by day! Is it because the fire is prettier by night? More spectacle, a better show?

But they all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else.

while at first he did not even know he missed her or was even looking for her

"People don't talk about anything."

I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid.