Driving home from Destin yesterday, my daughter and I listened to an unabridged recording of Ray Bradbury's
Fahrenheit 451 from Blackstone Audio. I'd forgotten what a powerfully well-written, inspiring, and uplifting book it is. Or maybe I never knew. Certainly what it means to me now, as a writer at this moment in time is a far cry from what it meant to me as a high school bookworm.
Montag looked at the river. We’ll go on the river. He looked at the old railroad tracks. Or we’ll go that way. Or we’ll walk on the highways now, and we’ll have time to put things into ourselves. And some day, after it sets in us a long time, it’ll come out of our hands and our mouths. And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right. We’ll just start walking today and see the world and the way the world walks around and talks, the way it really looks. I want to see everything now. And while none of it will be me when it goes in, after a while it’ll all gather together inside and it’ll be me.
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