In the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up,seven o 'clock! as if it were afraid that nobody would. (Bradbury 1)
10:15 AM: Silhouette of a Past Family
In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunny side up, sixteen slices of bacon, two coffees, and two cool glasses of milk. (Bradbury 1)
4:30 PM: Children's Hour
The rooms were a crawl with the small cleaning animals, allrubber and metal. They thudded against chairs, whirling their moustached runners, kneading the rug nap, sucking gently at hidden dust. (Bradbury 1)
10 PM: House Began to Die
The five spots of paint - the man, the woman, the children, the ball- remained. The rest was a thin charcoaled layer. The gentle sprinkler rain filled the garden with falling light. (Bradbury 2)
The nursery walls glowed. Animals took shape: yellow giraffes, blue lions, pink antelopes, lilac panthers cavorting in crystal substance. The walls were glass. They looked out upon color and fantasy. (Bradbury 4)
The fire burst the house and let it slam flat down, puffing out skirts of spark and smoke... Smoke and silence. A great quantity of smoke. (Bradbury 4)