I knew there was only one way to overcome the evil of a world which disallows fire: fight fire with fire.
I went to California and set the forests on fire; I went to Nevada and torched their wood buildings; I went to Nebraska and set light to the whole darned state.
I watched all this destruction from wherever I was at the time and I thought, "Smoking!"
But someone from the Clinic, one of the Doctors who'd been forced underground, came and found me. He shook his head. Fire was an urge; a passion; a danger. I had to learn to control it and to control my own temper. I knew I'd find that kind of tough. But he believed in me.