“Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on.”
“The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.”
“Any war that requires the suspension of reason as a necessity for support is a bad war.”
“The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.”
“His thin accusation hung thick in the air like fog smoking a cigarette.”
“Pride is the veil that blinds the eyes of the soul.”