Steve Winwood Quotes

I fought fire with oil.

Fire is our first form of technology.

The closest fires were near enough for us to hear the crackling flames and the yells of firemen. Little fires grew into big ones even as we watched. Big ones died down under the firemen's valor only to break out again later.

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.

I am used to playing with fire. Somebody has to do it.

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.

If my house is on fire, I don't need the fire chief telling me I should not have built the house out of wood. I need somebody to put the fire out.

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

Stamping out fires is a lot of fun, but it is only putting things back the way they were.

One day, when we were coming back from school, we saw this big cloud of smoke coming up, and all these fire-trucks in the yard. The garage was burning down. I was 14, and we'd lost everything.

The professional arsonist builds vacant lots for money.

People say to me, 'Why don't you fight fire with fire?' You fight fire with water, not fire.

I grew up in Sedgefield, which is in the heart of the area along the Garden Route that has been ravaged by fire.

A drop of water can't stop a fire alone. But a drop of water, plus another one, plus another one, then you have the rain, and the rain can stop the fire.

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.

Fire is the best of servants, but what a master!

Not facing a fire doesn't put it out.

For those without fire, any fire is strange fire.

Burning is no answer.

A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

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

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.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

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.

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