
“Is our time up and on to the next fire / Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire.”
Shangri-la
Teases and Dares (1984)
Chick tracts, " There Go The Dinosaurs https://www.chick.com/reading/tracts/1038/1038_01.asp" (2007)
Context: Those dinosaurs that were in the ark were "fruitful and multiplied" like other animals. But now the dinosaurs had a big problem... THE AIR HAD CHANGED! Remember those trillions of destroyed plants? They made the air rich with oxygen. And big animals need lots of it to survive. In the thinner air it was harder to breathe - they got slower and easier to catch. Now you know how the dinosaurs really died. Because of sin, the Lord destroyed the earth by water. But the next time... IT WILL BE BY FIRE!
“Is our time up and on to the next fire / Got my fingers burnt and cut into the wire.”
Shangri-la
Teases and Dares (1984)
Source: Sandman Slim
“Wheels on fire, rolling down the road, best notify my next of kin, this wheel shall explode!”
Song lyrics, The Basement Tapes (1975), This Wheel's on Fire (recorded in 1967)
It's Going to Take Some Time, co-written with Toni Stern
Song lyrics, Music (1971)
“Time is the fire in which we burn.”
Misattributed
Source: The Delmore Schwartz poem "Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day" http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calmly-we-walk-through-this-april-s-day/ from Summer Knowledge: New and Selected Poems (1959). The line was quoted in Star Trek: Generations; Schwartz was given credit in the film.
“I've thought of firing myself multiple times.”
Patricia Heaton and David Hunt on Entertainment Tonight https://www.fourboysent.com/patricia-heaton-david-hunt-entertainment-tonight/ (2005)
“Next time round Hitler will be a machine.”
"My Mailer problem" (September 1971), 83
The Madwoman's Underclothes (1986)
“Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.”
"Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day" ( full text online http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calmly-we-walk-through-this-april-s-day/); this poem has also been printed under the title "For Rhoda"
Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)
Context: Each minute bursts in the burning room,
The great globe reels in the solar fire,
Spinning the trivial and unique away.
(How all things flash! How all things flare!)
What am I now that I was then?
May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.
“The best time to write a story is yesterday. The next best time is today.”
It's Down the Slippery Cellar Stairs (1995)