I think one can tell a lot about a person from the way he chooses to let the stub of his cigarette burn out...

When you know the inside stories, no matter how good looks the cover, you just cannot appreciate it...

The smoke from her cigarette passed beneath the nostrils of the brown and white girls, and their space-annihilating concupiscence seemed centered on mentholated smoke along.

Take a 'smoke' break, a Short Mental or Kinetic Excursion. Cigarettes need not be involved.

Sometimes, he gets on my nerves;
At other times, I burn the ladder.

Life is so short that no sooner have you heard the whistle to “get set & go”, you have reached the finish line nearing the death-toll.