| Quote #1
Montag walked to the kitchen and threw the book down. "Montag," he said, "you're really stupid. Where do we go from here? Do we turn the books in, forget it?" He opened the book to read over Mildred's laughter. Poor Millie, he thought. Poor Montag, it's mud to you, too. But where do you get help, where do you find a teacher this late? (2.31)
Montag doesn’t have the strength to rebel alone and always looks for an accomplice.
| Quote #2
Montag sensed it was a rhymeless poem. Then the old man grew even more courageous and said something else and that was a poem, too. Faber held his hand over his left coat pocket and spoke these words gently, and Montag knew if he reached out, he might pull a book of poetry from the man's coat. But he did not reach out. His hands stayed on his knees, numbed and useless. "I don't talk things, sir," said Faber. "I talk the meaning of things. I sit here and know I'm alive." (2.36)
Books hold value for Faber only in so far as they apply to life. He’s not a pedant by any stretch of the imagination.
| Quote #3
"Nobody listens any more. I can't talk to the walls because they're yelling at me. I can't talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read." (2.125)
For Montag, books are more about communication than anything else. That’s why it wasn’t enough for him to read them on his own, why he insisted that his wife do it with him and later, realizing she was inadequate, that he find a teacher.