The Firework is a dangerous thing. More people have died celebrating our independence day than we lost fighting for it.
The Firework is a like a finger, pointing us to the stars that remain eternally in the background, a testament to their ephemerality and the stars immortality.
Firework is an event where the first ten minutes is ooohhh and ahhh and the last fifty minutes is just everyone wondering if this is the finale
Firework is not to be handed by children; rather they should be left to the adults who’ve been drinking all day.
The Firework is not a symbol of the ephemeral, but of luxury, of the boredom of peacetime insofar as it involves otherwise useless gunpowder fired extravagantly into the midsummer-night sky.
The Firework's beauty is less about ephemerality as it is about expendability. The art of fireworks is an art of complete consumption in which nothing remains behind.
The Firework is not a tattoo on the sky; the many-colored dots of fireworks permeate the night and are no more.