“My wife and I aren’t a match. We’re a match and gasoline.”

“I still don’t know what kind of woman I am. But as the flame nears the fingers that trust the match, as close as the skin can stand it to singe, I call this the nerve to find out.-Self Portrait Of A Woman Standing Outside Your House With A Match And A Gallon Of Gasoline”

“The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.”

“Without inspiration, we’re all like a box of matches that will never be lit.”

“Matched with an aged wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a savage race,That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.”

“Those lips had curved into a knowing half smile that did funny things to her insides. And like a match tossed to gasoline, her body sparked alive and flames licked every inch of her.”