Gia Coppola Quotes

If you burn your neighbors house down, it doesn't make your house look any better.

It's very difficult to think of new ways to blow things up!

There is an almost universal experience in physicists, at least of my generation, which is home-made pyrotechnics.

One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse.

That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.

I bet," said Mulch, "that you would set the world on fire just to watch it burn." Opal tapped the suggestion into a small electronic notepad on her pocket computer. Thanks for that. Now, tell me everything.

Fire has always been and, seemingly, will always remain, the most terrible of the elements.

I love smashing stuff.

Fourth of July. My birthday is July first, and my best friend's birthday is July fifth, so it's always been a favorite holiday. It's all about having a cooler full of sodas, hot dogs, and just hanging out and shooting off firecrackers, being low-key, watching the fireworks.

The professional arsonist builds vacant lots for money.

The human relationship to combustion is as mysterious as it is fraught with madness. From the candle flame to the nuclear blast, it has lit up the human imagination with fear and fascination.

I love fire. As a child I loved setting light to things. I'd always be in the forest putting matches to pieces of wood. I've always regarded fire as my friend.

Our small ears never had such a workout as on the Fourth of July, hearing not only our own bursting crackers but also those of our friends, and often the boom of homemade cannon shot off by daring boys of 16 years, ready to lose a hand if it blew up.

Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look..." Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. "Leave your cloths on, Tori," Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. "Please.

What is more useful than fire? Yet if any one prepares to burn a house, it is with fire that he arms his daring hands.

To love means to give, and to give means to build, while to hate is to destroy.

I will go out again this very night with my rockets and fuses. I will blow them straight out of their comfortable beds. Blow the rooftops off their houses. Blow the black, wretched night to bits. I will not stop. For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

In the attic, a warhead no doubt burns. Everything is combustible. Faith burns. Trust burns. Everything burns to nothing and even nothing burns. . . . And when there is nothing, there is nothing worth dying for and when there is nothing worth dying for, there is only nothing.

Cause I lit him on fire,” I shrugged and brushed dust from my pants.

Those who don't build must burn. It's as old as history and juvenile delinquents.

What do I have to do to convince you that I'm only using Dabria for one reason, one only reason: Destroy Hank, bit by bit if is necessary,and make him pay for all the things he has done to harm the girl i love?

People destroy what they love.

Fire, even if put on head, burns only.

Okay that’s it. Now I’m torching this. I just need to score a match.

The piano is not firewood -- yet.