Ceilings Quote by Jonathan Stroud

“What I remember the most about that moment before the shot exploded was looking up at my father and seeing the way the cigarette…

— Krista Leontieff

“And then he began to laugh in a peculiar way of his own which was both violent and soundless. His heavy reclining body, draped…

— Mervyn Peake

“There was a layer of grey-blue smoke in the room at about shoulder level, and a big wave in it, probably produced by me…

— Iain Banks

“I paused with the pen in my hand. "He burst into flames?" "He became engulfed in fire." "Was his buddy made out of orange…

— Ilona Andrews

“A hand of smoke took his hand, started him downward, if it was downward, showed him a centre, if it was a centre, put…

— Julio Cortázar

“Before I could reply, I saw his shadow disappear down the hall. I bent down in front of the vent and turned my head,…

— Dave Pelzer

“I saw the great sparkling orbs of his eyes, the tiny red veins that reached for the dark centers, that warm hand burning my…

— Anne Rice

“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

“I smelled smoke right before hearing the "pop" like a firecracker had gone off. Splatters of something thick coated my back even as a…

— Jeaniene Frost

“The smoke shifted direction and I breathed in. Breathed out. On the inhale I was angry. On the exhale…there it was again. Fear. The…

— Laurie Halse Anderson

“Here and there, plumes of dark smoke reach into the sky like the fingers of a drowning man reaching up for the last time.”

— Susan Ee

“As the sun rose I could see Etna, a truncated cone with a plume of smoke over it like the quill of a pen…

— Eric Newby