Charles-bukowski Quote by Charles Bukowski

“...and the smoke that creeps off the tip of my cigarette and into the dim, scattered strands of light leaking off the moon, in…

— Kellie Elmore

“Nothing lasts forever,' I said, flicking cigarette ash into a cut-glass tray. 'We all have a short time, to shine or just survive.”

— Tara Hanks

“The falling away of things we carry around with us, twilight and chimney smoke.”

— Don DeLillo

“Choked Chimney I am a chimney which has been smoked. Out of breath and out of warmth. My air carries murky whispers and inky…

— Iqra Iqbal

“You can’t really imagine the pain of someone breaking down, even when they’re part of you. Holding the unlit end of a burning cigarette…

— Shahid Hussain Raja

“I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up inside the…

— Margaret Atwood

“I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up outside the…

— Margaret Atwood

“You, quiet and alone in your kitchen, cigaretteless. Me, left tapping on your rain-streaked window, wanting you to know that everything is going to…

— Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz

“My ashtray is full, the carton of cigarettes is empty, and I just cremated grandpa. But I never inhaled—or told him I loved him.”

— Jarod Kintz

“I sometimes wish I could spontaneously combust. Burn until nothing but ash is left, to be washed away by the wind and the rain.”

— A.B. Shepherd

“i am makeshift confetti in a pile beneath the paper shredder if you throw me out the window it will be festive for a…

— Suki Michelle

“I had a dream about you. You had just died, and I was debating putting your body into either a coffin or a shoebox.…

— Jarod Kintz