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“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

“The old man had been stoking and sipping at his pipe for the last fifteen minutes as they awaited the prisoner. The smoke of…

— Michael Chabon

“All his elaborated arguments and beautiful sentences turned, under the influence of alcohol, into dust and slipped between his nicotine-stained fingers.”

— Ole Gunnar Håland

“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

“Now that part of his head which nature designed for the reservoir of drink being very shallow, a small quantity of liquor overflowed it…

— Henry Fielding

“Without a word, he walked over to the sideboard and grabbed one of the decanters and a crystal glass. He returned to his seat…

— Sylvain Reynard

“He was close enough that Shadow could see his face: old but contented, the face of a man who had sipped life’s vinegar and…

— Neil Gaiman

“His mind, grooved through the uncounted ages to ultimate despair, soared up insanely. His legs and arms glistened like tongues of living fire as…

— Anonymous

“Smoke fills the room, gray and sylphlike, lovely in its deadly grace. It trails into the fire and forms what appear to be wings—black…

— A.G. Howard

“people had true knowledge of the world perhaps they would not take up arms and so perhaps he could be an aggregator of information…

— Paulette Jiles

“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

“Opening the door quietly, I slipped in without switching on the light. From the entrance hall, I could see the dining room at the…

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón