It was a pleasure to burn. - P9
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. - P9
With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. - P9
While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. - P9