“She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.”

“She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die." - Alaska”

“And I agreed, but still, she owed us an explanation. If she was up there, down there, out there, somewhere, maybe she would laugh.”

“Ashes to ashes. Garage sale to garage sale,” I said.”

“Why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked.She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.”

“Ya'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.”

“You smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die.”