âColored people donât like Little Black Sambo. Burn it. White people donât feel good about Uncle Tomâs Cabin. Burn it. Someoneâs written a book on tobacco and cancer of the lungs? The cigarette people are weeping? Burn the book. Serenity, Montag. Peace, Montag. Take your fight outside. Better yet, into the incinerator. Funerals are unhappy and pagan? Eliminate them, too. Five minutes after a person is dead heâs on his way to the Big Flue, the Incinerators serviced by helicopters all over the country. Ten minutes after death a manâs a speck of black dust. Letâs not quibble over individuals with memoriams. Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.â
â Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451, p. 65-66 (via luchadoreofliberty)



















