You walk with shoes on fire while you complain about the smoke.

The very first thing I remember in my early childhood is a flame, a blue flame jumping off a gas stove somebody lit... I remember being shocked by the whoosh of the blue flame jumping off the burner, the suddenness of it... I saw that flame and felt that hotness of it close to my face. I felt fear, real fear, for the first time in my life. But I remember it also like some kind of adventure, some kind of weird joy, too. I guess that experience took me someplace in my head I hadn't been before... The fear I had was almost like an invitation, a challenge to go forward into something I knew nothing about. That's where I think my personal philosophy of life and my commitment to everything I believe in started... In my mind I have always believed and thought since then that my motion had to be forward, away from the heat of that flame.

4436. The burnt Child dreads the Fire.

Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.

He had other fires and these flamed higher than Love.

The fire's hottest for the one who burns himself.

He is a little chimney and heated hot in a moment.

The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

The burnt child dreads the fire.

before you let the sun in, mind he wipes his shoes.

It was his shoes, he noticed to his pleasure, that she most objected to; and he thought: bloody good, that's what shoes are for.

I mucked about with his hair. His shoes were where he left them. His shoes are where he left them.

A burnt child loves the fire.