“A wind with a wolf's headHowled about our door,And we burned up the chairsAnd sat upon the floor.”

“when the fierce, burning winds blow over our lives-and we cannot prevent them-let us, too, accept the inevitable. And then get busy and pick up the pieces.”

“Let us each take up our flaming torches and mount as the blazing fireballs of light that we are and let's burn the skies and leave it with deep scars and let them be our signatures upon eternity as we go forth!”

“He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot.We were about to become cigarettes.”

“One lone wolf sat onthe other side of the offender, licking his chops.“Yeah, you know we don’t discriminate around here. We likedark meat, white meat, red meat, even yellow meat,” the wolf said,staring up at the bartender. “It’s all good stuff.”

“Stand back, akri-wolf! The Simi’s gonna huff and puff and melt that door down. And you might not want to be too close when I do it, ‘cause melted wolf is tough on the enamel and akra-Aimee might not like it if you turn into a puddle of bloody goo. Besides, burning wolf is kind of smelly to the Simi’s delicate nostrils. (Simi)”