Montag’s hands are always searching for literature, despite the consequences. The hands frequently act on on their own accord, stealing literature and bringing hope. “His hand had done it all, his hand, with a brain of its own, with a conscience and a curiosity in each trembling finger, had turned thief. Now, it plunged the book back under his arm, pressed it tight to sweating armpit, rushed out empty, with a magician’s flourish” (35). When Montag visits Faber, Bradbury conveys hope for literature and poetry. Even if the hope in society is not fulfilled, it is still always there. “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”