He knew that when he returned to the firehouse, he might wink at himself, a ______ man, burnt-corked, in the mirror.

With his ______ helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter.

With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its ______ kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head.

Or was the atmosphere compressed _______ by someone standing very quietly there, waiting?

Her face, turned to him now, was ______ milk crystal with a soft and constant light in it.

One time, as a child, in a power failure, his mother had found and lit a last candle and there had been a brief hour of rediscovery, of such ______ that the space lost its vast dimensions.

But he know his mouth had only moved to say hello, and then when she seemed hypnotized by the salamander on his arm and the ______ disc on his chest.

But the strangely comfortable and rare and gently ______ light of the candle.

Her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with ______ curiosity.

Have you ever watched the jet cars racing on the _______ down the way?

She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock...telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all ______and knowing what it had to tell of the night.

"What?" asked Montag of that other self, the _____ idiot that ran babbling at times, quite independent of will, habit, and conscience.

He suddenly couldn't remember if he had known this or not, and it made him quite ______.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, hers thoughtful, his a kind of clenching and uncomfortable silence in which he shot her ______ glances.

There was only the singing of the thimble-wasps in her ______ -shut ears, and her eyes all glass, and breath going in and out, softly, faintly, in and out her nostrils.

Complete darkness, and not a hint of the silver world outside, the windows tightly shut, the chamber a tomb world where no sound from the great city could _______.

He felt his smile slide away, fold over and down on itself like a ______ skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out.

And in her ears the little Seashells, the _______ radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind.

She was like the eager watcher of a _______ show, anticipating each flicker of an eyelid, each gesture of his hand, each flick of a finger, the moment before it began.

He felt the stars had been _______ by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.

Did it drink of the darkness? Did it suck out all the poisons ______ with the years?

The other machine was operated by an equally ______ fellow in nonstainable reddish-brown coveralls.

Call if you need us again. Keep her quiet. We got a _______ in her. She'll wake up hungry. So long.

He got up and put back the _______ and opened the windows wide to let the night air in.

"I don't know anything any more," he said, and let a sleep ______ dissolve on his tongue.

Montag heard the voices talking, talking, talking, giving, talking, weaving, reweaving their ______ web.

they mailed me my part this morning. I sent in some boxtops. They write the script with one part missing. It's a new idea. The ______, that's me, is the missing part.

She was an expert at lip reading from ten years of ______at Seashell ear thimbles. She nodded again. She set the toaster clicking away at another piece of bread.

Montage lay down with the moonlight on his cheekbones and on the frowning ridges in his brow, with the moonlight distilled in each eye to form a silver ______ there.