Robert A. Heinlein Quotes

There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives.

Let's blow some stuff up.

Any time you put too many sparks around a powder keg, the thing is going to explode, and if the things that explodes is still inside the house, then the house will be destroyed.

I see dynamite in it.

I was all set to blow some crap up.

The town caught fire in several places, shells crashed and burst, and solid shot rained like hail.

Alfred Nobel's discoveries are characteristic; powerful explosives can help men perform admirable tasks. They are also a means to terrible destruction in the hands of the great criminals who lead peoples to war.

We can’t blow up the world because of it.

Everyone wants to see collisions, so I'm ready to give some.

I like to throw bombs.

You and your group of nerds fall into a pit and it's full of dynamite and you blow up. The End.

It can't help but knock things down.

If there be fuel prepared, it is hard to tell whence the spark shall come that shall set it on fire.

Now, I figured that the built-up gas in most boys' locker rooms was enough to cause an explosion, so I wasn't surprised when the flaming dodgeball ignited a huge WHOOOOOOOM!

So we get a plan," I said. "Any suggestions?" "Blow up the building," Kincaid said without looking up. "That works good for vampires. Then soak what's left in gasoline. Set it on fire. Then blow it all up again." "For future reference, I was sort of hoping for a suggestion that didn't sound like it came from that Bolshevik Muppet with all the dynamite.

This is how the fire starts. This is how we burn.

The fuses had been lit and could not be extinguished. All that remained was to observe the speed of the spark, and the size of the explosions.

He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot. We were about to become cigarettes.

She saw him drenched with gasoline. She could actually feel the box of matches in her hand.

A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.

I've been going up and bombing everywhere. It's great. I love it. It's hilarious.

The fire was silent, the little houses collapsing into the flames without complaint, flocks of sparks rising to the sky. At a distance it seemed beautiful, and I thought it was strange that powerful violence is often so pleasing to the eye.

One day, to everyone’s astonishment, someone drops a match in the powder keg and everything blows up.