Reggie Jackson Quotes

It takes two flints to make a fire.

Corncobs are the greatest fire-making tinder.

You know what burns me? Matches.

Fire is one of my temperaments. It is behind all my work... Fire is a chemical presence.

Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it; and a man becomes famous because he has the proper stuff in him.

You just have to stoke that furnace throughout the day.

The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.

A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.

I used to get on a stove wood pile at 5-6 years old and I would have a piece of stove wood and kindling bark as a pick, and I was a star.

Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.

To keep a lamp burning we have to keep putting oil in it.

I love technology. Matches, to light a fire, is really high tech. The wheel is really one of the great inventions of all time. Other than that, I am an ignoramus about technology.

The fire burns as the novel taught it how.

I have a fireplace in my kitchen that I light every night, no matter what.

Abolitionists are wicked and abominable …. The nation is being led to civil war. Many bloody wars have ensued from less beginnings. A little fuel has sometimes kindled a great fire.

I'm just fire.

Whenever it gets a little cold in L.A., it gives me an excuse to light my fireplace. You could stare at that joint for, like, a cool two hours. It's entrancing.

We heat our home with wood so the fireplace is always going and it's pretty cozy in here, which is good because we have long winters in Wisconsin.

It's one of the essentials just to have a lighter on me, you never know what you might have to use. I like my lighters to be blue and small, they can fit in a pocket.

So light a fire!" Harry choked. "Yes...of course...but there's no wood!" ... "HAVE YOU GONE MAD!" Ron bellowed. "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT!

The phases of fire are craving and satiety.

It is now many years that men have resorted to the forest for fuel and the materials of the arts: the New Englander and the New Hollander, the Parisian and the Celt, the farmer and Robin Hood, Goody Blake and Harry Gill; in most parts of the world, the prince and the peasant, the scholar and the savage, equally require still a few sticks from the forest to warm them and cook their food. Neither could I do without them.

The best match in the world will not light a candle unless the wick be first suitably prepared.

A spark can become a flame, a flame a fire.