“Some men, like a tiled house, are long before they take fire, but once on flame there is no coming near to quench them.”

“Jay gave me a co-sign like I was RocaWear, but be clear I'm not the air/heir
I'm the water, fire and the earth
That means I'm doing dirt, spitting flames and quenching thirst”

“We to a little ale-house on the Bankside, over against the Three Cranes, and there stayed till it was dark almost, and saw the fire grow; and, as it grew darker, appeared more and more, and in corners and upon steeples, and between churches and houses, as far as we could see up the hill of the City, in a most horrid malicious bloody flame, not like the fine flame of an ordinary fire. Barbary and her husband away before us. We stayed till, it being darkish, we saw the fire as only one entire arch of fire from this to the other side the bridge, and in a bow up the hill for an arch of above a mile long: it made me weep to see it.”

“It was awkward, revisiting a world you have never seen before: like coming home, after a long journey, to someone else’s house.”

“[ Silke doth quench the fire in the kitchin. ]”

“5142. To cast Oyl into the Fire, is not the Way to quench it.”

“When you have been burned by fire once, you don't leap into the flames again.”

“Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.”

“Then they died.
And other men came after them. Wars flamed up and burned out; the howling peoples dwelt in smashed cities and kindled their fires with books.”

“Women [in bed] are kind of like diesel engines. You know, it may take a little bit to get them going, but once you do, they can run a long, long time. Men, on the other hand, we're more like…bottle rockets. Ooh. Aah. <snores”