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“There was a silly damn bird called a phoenix back before Christ, every few hundred years he built a pyre and burnt himself up. He must have been the first cousin to Man. But every time he burnt himself up he sprang out of the ashes, he got himself born all over again. And it looks like we're doing the same thing, over and over, but we're got on damn thing the phoenix never had. We know the damn silly thing we just did. We know all the damn silly things we've done for a thousand years and as long as we know that and always have it around where we can see it, someday we'll stop making the goddamn funeral pyres and jumping in the middle of them. We pick up a few more people that remember every generation.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“That night my mother had what she considered a wonderful dream. She dreamed of the country of India, where she had never been. There were orange traffic cones and beautiful lapis lazuli insects with mandibles of gold. A young girl was being led through the streets. She was taken to a pyre where she was wound in a sheet and placed up on a platform built from sticks. The bright fire that consumed her brought my mother into that deep, light, dreamlike bliss. The girl was being burned alive, but, first, there had been her body, clean and whole.”
― Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

“Every man, he said, carries his own pyre.”
― Zia Haider Rahman, In the Light of What We Know

“When you were far
I felt that you're a life giving boon
But only in the moments
You came nearby
That I understood
You are the funeral pyre”
― Jyoti Patel, The Curved Rainbow

“Ne how the Grekes with an huge route
Thries riden al the fir aboute
Upon the left hand, with a loud shoutinge,
And thries with hir speres clateringe,
And thries how the ladies gonne crye,
And how that lad was homward Emelye”
― Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales

“Who is she? If You'd have given birth to a daughter, this is who she'd be.”
― Perumal Murugan (Aniruddhan Vasudevan Tr.)