Be kind! Go and burn the world with the fire of your love.
My men are my references. They’re waiting outside for the books. They’re dangerous.”
“Men like that always are.
They were the prisoners hidden in different cages, and yet they saw each other every day. He named her fire and she named him the wind, the day they both touched and embraced each other they burnt down everything that stood in their way.
It’s better to burn out than to fade away.
There’s a lesson in every silence.
He is a horse who will burn and bloat and explode in the sun. Put him back in the oven and let him cook until he’s done.
Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.
That was a lot of skin for a Tuesday.
ANYTHING will burn with enough gasoline and dynamite.