I love this one. So many things in these line.
“Well, doesn’t this mean anything to you?” He tapped the numerals 451 stitched on his char-coloured sleeve. “Yes,” she whispered. She increased her pace. “Have you ever watched the jet cars racing on the boulevards down that way? “You’re changing the subject!” “I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly,” she said. “If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he’d say, that’s grass! A pink blur? That’s a rose-garden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn’t that funny, and sad, too?” “You think too many things,” said Montag, uneasily.
RAY BRADBURY FAHRENHEIT 451