Drugs Quote by Sax Rohmer

“I held her then, lightly, as if she were made of cigarrette ash that would crumble and smear at the least pressure.”

— Warren Moore

“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

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

— Craig Raine

“She crooned on until her cigarette was gone. The ash in the wind blew around us like hesitant snow.”

— Hannah Lillith Assadi

“had been calm and relaxed. Then something changed. A man she had never seen before or since came at night. He was thin and…

— Robert Goddard

“Why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow…

— John Green

“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'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

“God, do I need a cigarette, says Moira. Me too, I say. I feel ridiculously happy.”

— Margaret Atwood

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

— Aparajita Yadav

“why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked she smiled at me with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and…

— John Green John Mean

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

— Christa Faust