#burning

There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun. ↗

— Alison Lurie

#burning #cookies #explosives #fills #hot

I am dominated by one thing, an irresistible, burning attraction towards the abstract. ↗

— Gustave Moreau

#am #attraction #burning #dominated #i

I can tell you 100 percent Pastor Jones will not burn the Quran tomorrow. There will be no Quran burning. ↗

— Kilari Anand Paul

#burning #i #i can #jones #pastor

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 upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#censorship #fire #change

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

— Dejan Stojanovic

#christ #dejan-stojanovic #giordano-bruno #jesus-christ #poetry

One of my favorite dialogue pieces from Black Creek Burning: “It was a polite, white lie,” Brie whispered. “I’ll have to remember you think that way,” Nathan said. ↗

— R.T. Wolfe

#black-creek-burning #gardening #murder #romantic-suspense #sweet

Nathan whispered close to her face, “Just a kiss my ass. ↗

— R.T. Wolfe

#romantic-suspense #romantic

I can't tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other man. The reason I can't tell you is that the purpose of a poem is to go past telling, to be recognised by burning. ↗

— A. R. Ammons

#burning #comes #go #i #man

When we meet, I'm interested and I'm curious about what he's doing because he's burning a number from a client. And I'm like, 'Who is this?' and my girlfriend's like, 'That's a drug dealer. Stay away from him.' ↗

— Rosario Dawson

#away #because #burning #client #curious

A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#blazing #blue #burning #cat #eyes