It takes two flints to make a fire.
If you're going to start a fire, why cook just one chicken?
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.
She saw him drenched with gasoline. She could actually feel the box of matches in her hand.
Why was the blind guy playing with matches, you ask? Because he's good at it. Anything to do with fire, igniting things, exploding things, things with fuses, wicks, accelerants . . . Iggy's your man. It's one of those good/bad things.
It is a heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in it.
I keep a lighter in my back pocket all the time. I'm not a smoker, I just really like certain songs.
If I were packing for a deserted island, I would bring sunscreen, a water purifier, something to start a fire with, my sister, and something for protection.
You know, Roland and I were just talking about how we don't have any pyromaniac friends. And everyone knows you need a good pyro to pull off any reform school prank worth the effort.
