Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

“Go home.' Montag fixed his eyes upon her, quietly. 'Go home and think of your f…”

“All the things which had uses. All the mountains which had names. We'll give th…”

“My gosh, if you’re going away, we got a million things to talk about! All the t…”

“They run amuck; I let them. Pride of lions in the yard. Stare and they burn a h…”