“Love's like a cigarette..You know you had my heart aglow, Between you fingertips.And, just like a cigarette, I never knew the thrill of lifeUntil you touched my lips.Then just like a cigarette, Love seemed to fade away and Leave behind ashes of regret..And, with a flick of your fingertips, It was easy for you to forget...”

“I feel love is like a cigarette –you know it is not good for you but by the time you realize, you are so addicted to it that you can't leave it.”

“Love is like cigarettes. It gives you a little pleasure while you're at it, but leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth and a pain in your chest.”

“My dad is dead. And as I type this, by the window, on the rainy day, I am alive, yes. I am living. But sometimes it doesn't feel like I am doing it fast enough, or hard enough, or all the way. And it is times like that when I can understand wanting a cigarette in my hand, then my mouth, then my hand again. Holding the cigarette. Tending to the cigarette. Giving the cigarette what it needs. Tapping it in the ashtray. Sucking on it.Then flicking it in the street, like it meant nothing to me.”

“A cigarette is like a hamster, harmless until you stick it in your mouth and light it on fire.”

“Nothing lasts forever,' I said, flicking cigarette ash into a cut-glass tray. 'We all have a short time, to shine or just survive.”