Quote by Margaret Atwood

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

— Margaret Atwood

“His smoke eyes lighten as she closes the gap between them, and he slowly seals it wrapping his arms about her.”

— Solange nicole

“For one more time, he decided to give away smoking. And then, she happened one more time in his head.”

— Nishikant

“She lit a cigarette and spent a moment identifying with the smoldering match.”

— David Sedaris

“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 treats females like he does a cigarette; light it, use it, and lose it.”

— Cora Hawkes

“She did what she could for him. She kissed him in return. She lost her breath and both her hearts, and finally Turned to…

— Shana Abé

“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

“Well. You've got me cornered, don't you? I'm at your mercy." Her lips quirked. She took a drag of her cigarette. "And I like…

— Jim Butcher

“Hey,” he replied. “Got a light?” she asked, raising an unlit cigarette to her chapped lips.”

— Christa Faust

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

— Craig Raine

“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