It was a pleasure to burn.
Cause I lit him on fire,” I shrugged and brushed dust from my pants.
I bet," said Mulch, "that you would set the world on fire just to watch it burn." Opal tapped the suggestion into a small electronic notepad on her pocket computer. Thanks for that. Now, tell me everything.
Okay that’s it. Now I’m torching this. I just need to score a match.
you're a diabolical little pyro, aren't you? He blushed modestly.
I don't know what fire is made of - hell nobody does. All I know is that fire is awesome. I'm not a pyromaniac, but I am a pyroenthusiast.
Your lifeline...oh, the burning stick. Right." Leo resisted the urge to set his hand ablaze and yell: BWAH HA HA!
I like fireworks too, but I set them off in gardens or kebab stands. I never set fire to my own house.
I was a huge 'Pyromania' fan. You would never expect it, but I was in love with Iron Maiden; I was such a huge fan. I went to a lot of rock stuff like Van Halen, too.
Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look..." Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt. "Leave your cloths on, Tori," Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. "Please.
She saw him drenched with gasoline. She could actually feel the box of matches in her hand.
Nothing relieves stress like setting things on fire.
I was always matching wits with authority. Pondering over my past and present hassles, I began to wonder why my life had taken the direction it had. What cosmic forces had led me to this precise moment that saw me, once again, dancing on the rim of the volcano? The answers started to come to me as my life flashed before my eyes. I think it all started when I was arrested as a pyromaniac.
I love fire. As a child I loved setting light to things. I'd always be in the forest putting matches to pieces of wood. I've always regarded fire as my friend.
That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.
All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.
Why was the blind guy playing with matches, you ask? Because he's good at it. Anything to do with fire, igniting things, exploding things, things with fuses, wicks, accelerants . . . Iggy's your man. It's one of those good/bad things.
I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.
One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse.
I'm a pyro. I love exploding things.
Arson is a respected profession among certain subcultures in Jersey, and the good ones don't get caught. The good ones channel lightning and mysterious acts of spontaneous combustion.
You know, Roland and I were just talking about how we don't have any pyromaniac friends. And everyone knows you need a good pyro to pull off any reform school prank worth the effort.
I love heights. I love speed. I'm on the verge of being a pyromaniac. Maybe my phobia is boredom.
I love fire. Fire is hypnotic.
