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"What is emitted from the divine, though it be only like the reflection from the fire, still has the divine reality in itself, and one might almost ask what were the fire without glow, the sun without light, or the Creator without the creature?"
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"I realized, when I saw the forest burning, how fascinating the firelight is. It's beautiful, and people stare at it, don't they? It destroys and kills people, but humans love it. Is it because they crave their own destruction, Sam? I want to understand your kind. I am going out into the wider world, and I must learn."
"Which painting in the National Gallery would I save if there was a fire? The one nearest the door of course."
"I never wanted to set the world on fire. So I never had to burn any bridges behind me."
"Playing to me, in those years, sounded like a house on fire."
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"What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes. And he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again."
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