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"It was a night when London was ringed and stabbed with fire."
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"My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet."
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"I always wanted to fire rays out of my fingertips."
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"It takes two flints to make a fire."
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"You're an old-timer if you can remember when setting the world on fire was a figure of speech."
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"There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism."
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"Which painting in the National Gallery would I save if there was a fire? The one nearest the door of course."
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"To say that its wrong to feel this way is not the point; you do feel it. All you see is a flash of fire and, depending on your altitude, you don't even see that sometimes."
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"I have defeated this earthworm with my words. Imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists."
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"We feel free when we escape - even if it be but from the frying pan to the fire."
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"But, when you have to resort to turntables, trick lights, flashing lights, fire and all that, you're actually saying, I need this because what I do is not all that together."
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"War makes strange giant creatures out of us little routine men who inhabit the earth."
Man
"I've really been sick with this cold, but I think I might have kept the columns going anyhow except I was just so low in spirit, I didn't have the will to struggle against them when my deadline was so close and I felt so lousy."
Spirit
"I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great."
Hurt
"But to the fighting soldier that phase of the war is behind. It was left behind after his first battle. His blood is up. He is fighting for his life, and killing now for him is as much a profession as writing is for me."
War
"The men are walking. They are fifty feet apart, for dispersal. Their walk is slow, for they are dead weary, as you can tell even when looking at them from behind. Every line and sag of their bodies speaks their inhuman exhaustion."
Man
"About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an angry pulsation like a bee buzzing in blind fury."
Danger
"I was away from the front lines for a while this spring, living with other troops, and considerable fighting took place while I was gone. When I got ready to return to my old friends at the front I wondered if I would sense any change in them."
Friendship
"At last we are in it up to our necks, and everything is changed, even your outlook on life."
Life
"The front-line soldier wants it to be got over by the physical process of his destroying enough Germans to end it. He is truly at war. The rest of us, no matter how hard we work, are not."
War
"All the rest of us - you and me and even the thousands of soldiers behind the lines in Africa - we want terribly yet only academically for the war to get over."
War
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