欧宝娱乐

“Maybe fire and kerosene don't go together for a reason.”
― Dannika Dark, Three Hours

“Last night I thought about all that kerosene I've used in the past ten years. And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I'd never even thought that thought before." He got out of bed.
"It took some man a lifetime maybe to put some of his thoughts down, looking around at the world and life and then I come along in two minutes and boom! it's all over."
"Let me alone," said Mildred. "I didn't do anything."
"Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“God have pity on the smell of gasoline
which finds its way like an arm
through a car window,
more human than kerosene,
more unctuous, more manly.”
― S. Jane Sloat, In the Voice of a Minor Saint

“On the one hand Coop wanted to live in a place like this; on the other, he wanted to take a very large bucket of kerosene. Carry it sprinting around the outside of the house, oil sloshing on the trim lawn and pert flower beds. Splashing his pants and his shoes. Come to a breathless stop right at the very front, strike a match and--”
― Allie Ray, Suffering Fools