I'm at that place I grew up to leave.
Consider this a fair warning.
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.
Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!
Everythin' seems ter happen ter you, doesn' it?
I'm playing with fire, with something I don't understand.
But there was nothing in the darkness. Only rain, and fire and the past.
There were pecans, there were cashews and then there was just plain nuts.
Fire’s the sun, unwindin’ itself out o’ the wood.
Get fired, no one will call you a quitter.
Extraordinary women who love and heal.
You know your Lamborghini is on fire, right?
What's the use of the wind if it won't take you away on it?
But this was no ordinary chicken. This chicken was evil manifest.
She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.
A man doesn't have to be alive to start the fires of revolution.
Is she always like this?" "No, usually worse.
And then ESPN fired me. I did not think that was a fitting punishment.
My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.
I am still in shock and awe at being fired.
The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.
