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“It was agreeable to her, the smell of tobacco. It was part of her knowledge of his body. It was the aura of the…

— Don DeLillo

“He wanted to sink down and hug the coals to his chest. Flamboyant...coins of light...oil, wood, tatters...fumes from acids, soap, smoke...the sunlight shattered.”

— William H. Gass

“It was fun watching the cigarette smoke develop into words until he saw what they said.”

— Kealan Patrick Burke

“He couldn't stop smelling the air in great, deep, loud sniffs. It was so delicious. It smelled of water, and mud, and maple trees,…

— Elizabeth Enright

“How often does it seem that I try to speak the words of not okay, of not alright, only to find they stick to…

— Ashley Sapp

“Words which he did not understand he said over and over to himself till he had learnt them by heart: and through them he…

— James Joyce

“The cigarette hung unlit from his lips. Was he doomed to roam forever in his ghost state, always wanting to light that cigarette? A…

— Deanna Chase

“He sat on the logs, smoking, drying in the sun, the sun warm on his back the river shallow ahead entering the woods, curving…

— Ernest Hemingway

“and when he sat against trees to catch his breath he marveled at how full life felt when a person got to be excellent,”

— Robert Kurson

“I spoke fire, laughed smoke, and madness spilled forth from my inspiration.”

— Arthur Holitscher