Truth is like the final flame of a candle which sparks a little brighter just to remind us that i am here.

The big fire has no right to despise the little spark!

That’s a private interest of mine – what brings a fellow down here, you know, to the ends of the earth – what sparks a man?

A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.

You don't need to remind me.

End times aren't supposed to be very pretty.