Quotes About Smoking

The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover's hand.

The athlete doesn't stop smoking and start training. He starts training and finds he has stopped smoking.

A friend of mine hated her husband so much that when he died she had him cremated, blended him with marijuana, and smoked him. She said, "That's the best he's made me feel in years."

Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.

How'm I doin'? Jim asked in his own voice—hey, he could talk out of the bastard's mouth, too. Across the way, Adrian shrugged. Pretty damn good—I can't sense you. But I gotta ask—the pair of you want a cigarette? Or are you going for a twofer?

Mind if I light up? The king shook his head. I'd consider it a public service. We could all use the contact high today.

As V lit up and inhaled, he tried not to look at the cop and failed. Fucking peripheral vision. Always did him in.

God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness would lead nowhere. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night. Dean was popeyed with awe. This madness would lead nowhere. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive—the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

I didn't know what was happening to me, and I suddenly realized it was only the tea that we were smoking; Dean had bought some in New York. It made me think that everything was about to arrive—the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

[In] my era everybody smoked and everybody drank and there was no drug use

Cigarettes are called coffin nails for a reason, Billy Boy, " I remembered telling him. "Be careful with those things. You're risking your life.

The pipe draws wisdom from the lips of the philosopher, and shuts up the mouth of the foolish; it generates a style of conversation, contemplative, thoughtful, benevolent, and unaffected.

Najsmaczniejszy jest ten papieros przed ?niadaniem. Skraca ?ycie. Od wielu lat mozolnie skracam sobie ?ycie. I wszyscy ukradkiem skracaj? swoj? egzystencj?. Co? w tym musi by?. Jaki? wy?szy nakaz albo mo?e prawo natury przeludnionego globu.

Papieros na czczo to niezdrowo, ale seta kartoflanki to po prostu ?mier?. Mo?e i lepiej.

But we're so desperate, aren't we, to believe that bad luck only happens to people who deserve it. People genuinely can't take it in that someone could die of cancer without bloody well smoking.

The phrase "low and slow" was coined to describe the relatively low temperatures used for smoking and the lengthy amount of time it takes to infuse and cook the food.

Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke.

What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.

I never can understand how anyone can not smoke it deprives a man of the best part of life. With a good cigar in his mouth a man is perfectly safe, nothing can touch him, literally.

War is hell, but smoking cigarettes makes it all worth while

Half of the castle has, at one point or another, been burned down by a combination of Barbary corsairs, lightning bolts, Napoleon, and smoking in bed.

John Gielgud told us this story about Mae West. She was asked, 'Do you ever smoke after you've had sex?' She answered, 'I never looked.

Wet towel under the door,' said Barry. 'It's what you do when you're smoking weed in a hotel and you don't want everyone calling security. You're always supposed to have a towel. I read about it in a guide for hitchhiking through the galaxy.