Was it always like this? The firehouse, our work? Once upon a time I mean.
Once upon a time? What kind of talk is that?
Let me alone, I didn't do anything.
Last night I though about all the kerosene I've used in the past 10 years. And I thought about books.
This part in the novel is the beginning of Montag's character development, as we see both his commitment to his career and his lack of questioning for their government.
I'm not thinking. I'm just doing what I'm told, like always.
You've started already, by saying what you just said.
After Clarisse tells Montag that firemen used to put out fires, he begins to question his boss (The fire captain) about if she was correct, and begins to question himself.
Maybe it's best not to face things, to run, have fun. I don't know, I feel guilty.
Montag finally begins to question the job he has to do and if it's worth it after he burned a woman alive and her books, as well as wondering why books aren't allowed anymore.
I can't remember anything. I think of her hands but I don't see them doing anything at all.
Montag begins to worry that he isn't thinking on his own, and believes that he's just taking orders like always. Faber, who is communicating through an earpiece, tells him that he is thinking on his own by worrying that.
After he reads his wife's friends part of a poetry book he kept, he isn't sure if thinking freely is worth the consequences it brings about.
At the end of the novel Montag finally realizes the shallowness of his society, and when thinking about things like his wife, it doesn't bring him sadness. Montag also realizes that he is now thinking for himself instead of taking orders from his superiors.