Quote by Christa Faust

“You wanna smoke another one?” she asked him causally, as if she didn’t just pull a pistol on him. He nodded his head. “Yeah.”

— Nako

“Perhaps he was merely being friendly. Perhaps he saw the look on my face and mistook it for something else. Really what I wanted…

— Margaret Atwood

“He's got his cigarette going . He offers her one; this time she takes it. Brief match-flare inside their cupped hands. Red finger-ends.”

— Margaret Atwood

“That is a terrifically intimate thing, you know? Letting a stranger light your cigarette. Leaning forward so he can hold a flame to your…

— Elizabeth Wein

“He flicked his cigarette at me. Luckily, I was still wet, and it was mostly extinguished upon contact. I sat on his lap and…

— Nicole Castle

“Her laugh. The way she smoked before she gave up. Smoke trickling up her nostrils. Spokes of smoke when she spoke.”

— Craig Raine

“Sometimes she wondered if she could rid herself of her pain with the smoke that escaped from her lips.”

— Aparajita Yadav

“I'm trying to quit,” he said. “Just so you know.” He lit the cigarette and inhaled so long and so deep it sounded like…

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

“This cigarette tastes like ass," she said. I wasn't sure what ass tasted like, but she looked like she would know, so I was…

— Janet Evanovich

“He put a cigarette between his lips and I was transfixed. Smoking was a filthy habit, but I’d never wanted to be a cigarette…

— N.R. Walker

“Come over here and light me a cigarette," she'd said. I'd snuck a little inhale, and my mother had smiled. But then she'd said,…

— Elizabeth Berg

“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…

— J.R. Ward