The blazing fire makes flames and brightness out of everything thrown into it.
What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.
You could see the flames and the outer skin of the spacecraft glowing; and burning, baseball-size chunks flying off behind us. It was an eerie feeling, like being a gnat inside a blowtorch flame.
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room As though dried straw, and if we turn about The bare chimney is gone black out Because the work had finished in that flare.
Heat, ma am! It was so dreadful here that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones.
The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.
Smother me in your hot sauce woman until smoke comes from your thighs.
The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel. I feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.
Templeton is as hot as you can be and still walk!
sometimes, when the sun shines, it scorches.
Hotter 'n hell, ain't it, Prez?
I used to think that only people who were crazy were attracted to the desert, but once you've lived there, you become that way anyway.
Like a tongue on frozen steel, like flesh in flame —
I am a hot-blooded fire and I am fearless.
Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room.
The raging fire which urged us on was scorching us; it would have burned us had we failed to restrain it.
[When you're on fire] it feels like nobody's out there, you're playing by yourself. You don't care how good a defender is guarding you.
That was a real fireball.
I was afraid the fire would not be hot enough for me to distinguish myself.
Somebody bring me some water/can’t you see I’m burning alive.
Eating coals of fire has always been one of the sensational feats of the Fire Kings, as it is quite generally known that charcoal burns with an extremely intense heat.
It's hotter than a snake's ass in a wagon rut.
He once told me that an August evening was "as hot as three toads in a Cuisinart," a comparison that left me blinking two days later.
'Fire' is physical and has a lot of grunt to it. I really love that.
