I could burn this place downAs many times as I’d like in my mind,Without any sympathy For the girl or her motherWho live beneath me

At the end of her life she was aware of heat but not pain. She had time to consider his eyes, eyes of that blue which is the color of the sky at first light...

They have a way of rising from the ashes,” said Andreus.

Too bad we don’t have marshmallows. This is an amazing fire.” Howard emerged through the smoke behind Edilio.

I described the euro as a burning building with no exits and so it has proved for some of the countries in it.

Love burns. Whiskey burns. George Burns. What do all three have in common? They’re all dead to me.

Stop setting yourself on fire for people who just stand to watch you burn.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

Maybe you who condemn me are in greater fear than I who am condemned.

You never forget your first and true love, Ayden Grey. Not officially, not ever.

It’s just me throwing myself at you,romance as usual, us times us,not lust but moxibustion,a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.

the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

If your house was burning, what would you grab? I’d grab my penis. Repeatedly.

You’re mine, Echo, and I’ll treasure you forever.

You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.

The world has a very serious problem, my friend’ Shiva went on. ‘Poor children still die by their millions. Westerners and the global rich — like me — live in post-scarcity society, while a billion...

Instead of burning the midnight oil, you should try selling it.

With widened eyes she stumbled backwards, not able to take her gaze from the flames engulfing the wooden shed right in front of them, wrapping it into their embrace before taking it over. Black parts...

It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave. It is hard to desecrate a grove and change your mind. The very holy...

In past wars only homes burnt, but this timeDon’t be surprised if even loneliness ignites.In past wars only bodys burnt, but this timeDon’t be surprised if even shadows ignite.

Sometimes words come out of me and I don’t know where they come from or why. They’re like falling stars tumbling through the universe; bright, burning things that can’t be stopped.

It occurred to me that my cheek was probably right over his tattoo. Without thinking, I lifted my face and tugged at the neckline of his T-shirt. This time, the stark black-and-gold mark wasn’t hidden....

They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts...

If the Pentateuch is inspired, the civilization of of our day is a mistake and crime. There should be no political liberty. Heresy should be trodden out beneath the bigot’s brutal feet. Husbands should divorce...

Whiskey burns—my throat, not a forest. Love burns—my heart, not a forest. As for the forest, it burnt itself. At least that’s what I told the police during their interrogation.

With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word ‘intellectual,’ of course, became the swear word it deserved to be....

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.

I’m thinking maybe letting the latches burn is the right idea. Let everything burn until there’s nothing left but ashes and cool rain.

The problem is that I am in the wrong century to burn things. I am the wrong generation to let it go.

It was a pleasure to burn.It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene...

I am Envy…I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.

I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I’m right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women and children. There will be...

Christ was the son, I am a magnifying glass, and you are an ant.

Is it a world in the makingthat turns as it whistles to the depths of my beingIt is burningSuppose it were to appearA bleeding rosary at the windowa sun setting on the marshlands(“Silver Clasp”)

The stars are brilliant at this time of night and I wander these streets like a ritual I don’t dare to break for darling, the times are quite glorious.I left him by the water’s edge,still...

Tearing your clothes, burning your books and torturing yourself only prove that you are nothing but a wild creature.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked...

I often find that people confuse inner peace with some sense of insensibility whenever something goes wrong. In such cases inner peace is a permit for destruction: The unyielding optimist will pretend that the forest...