“Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire, I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished outside me, it besets and consumes me inside, and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?”

“I should get rid of those boxes, full of all that junk. Burn them all – make a bonfire in the garden and burn the bloody lot of it. All the captured bits of me, the scraps and pictures and notes and letters, burn it all, burn the lot of it – every last trace of me. Every last bit of me – up in flames and gone for good. Forgotten and gone. Rid me of these memories... Yes, that’s something to do this afternoon. Get out into the garden, and burn the past... To ashes with.”

“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 lay sweating, shaking, doing my best to quell the overwhelming need--to extinguish the dark flame inside me.A flame that burns brighter, hotter, stronger each day.A fire so insatiable it'll consume everything in its path.”

“You're the fire burning inside of me.”

“You're the only fire that consumes me." And my wonderful monster smiled at that. Smiled at me.”