Entry #2 - Ever since I started to actually read the books before burning them, I've been asking myself questions over and over again. Of course I'm scared of if and when anyone will see or hear me reading a book, and when they just gave me new knowledge of thing I never knew before. The times I spent with Clarisse and as she talked about things I knew never existed did exist and never truly believed what she was saying, and take the time to listen and put some real thought into what she as telling me. I feel dumb for not believing her, or even taking her words seriously, and now that she's dead what am I supposed to do now to ask for her forgiveness? The main point being, there is knowledge in the books, so why urn them, why let this knowledge go to waste, and why not try to experience the things written in the books? Something strange is going on in our society, and I can only blame myself for not noticing it sooner.

Entry #3 - The only thing I can think of is silence and darkness, but that was when a voice earlier said, "The search is over, Montag is dead; a crime against society has been avenged," and the next thing I knew I was with Granger, the man that gave me a bottle of a strange liquid, telling me that drinking it could change my scent, my odor. I wondered why Granger said what he did later that night, "Phoenix" when he stared into the fire. A bird that, apparently, did something us people are now repeating over again. Granger is a stranger I came across, but somehow he feels like Clarisse, like I've known him for a long time and we've talked for a long time.

Entry #4 - I remember it like it was just yesterday. That first time I saw Clarisse when I turned the corner, the time I saw Mildred on the ground with an empty bottle where her pills were, the last time I touched the mechanical hound as it growled and hissed at me, the first time I touched a book that I didn't want to burn, meeting Faber and hanging out with him sometimes, when Beatty burned down my home as Mildred left me for good, when Clarisse died, when I killed Beatty, when I thought I was going to die, and when I finally found a place of salvation with a stranger named Granger, who gave me a liquid to drink and hide my odor. A lot happened in only a few days, and right now, I hope Clarisse and Mildred are happy now, and Faber has found a new home away from this society. From all of this, I learned that knowledge should not be limited, nor should it be picked out by others and kept from you. Knowledge is not something someone can or will take from you because once you have it, that piece of knowledge will stay with you forever.

Entry #5 - Clarisse was like a flower in a garden of weeds. She was special to me and, of course, to her family as well, but meeting her felt like I was a weed turning into a tiny little dandelion. She was a flower that would tell others things she knew but turned away by them because they felt like a flower could kill them. In physical appearances she looked like a little kid in a world of adults, but when it came to mental standings, I'd say she was the one adult in a world full of kids. She was mature and acted more than her age, talked as if she was explaining a science fair experiment to professional scientists, and looked at other people as if she wanted to learn more about them and befriend them. Clarisse, to me, was my sunshine on a rainy day, my savior in death, and angel in life; she told me things only she knew about, seeming like she wanted to give me part of her knowledge, and was asking me to pass on that knowledge to others.