“Smoke is not chasing me and making my eyes sweat. My eyes are not burning. I am not crying. I am not standing behind my mother and she is not facing the wall and she is not saying, 'Smoke follows beauty.' Smoke follows beauty. Smoke follows beauty. Smoke follows beauty.”
“Smoke follows beauty.”
“Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.”
“Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.”
“...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...”
“So, Noah smoked pot. I drank beer. We made a beautiful couple.”