“I am ashes where once I was fire...”
“You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”
“I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.”
“And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.”
“Feather to fire,fire to bloodBlood to bone,bone to marrowMarrow to ashes,ashes to snow”
“I had once repeated the experiment to reassure myself that this was so, and it was. Ashes to ashes; starch to sugar. A little window into the Creation”