“You sure are willing to go through a lot for cigarette smoking and hand holding, " I said. "You need to try and remember that.”

“Yeah,' I said and started smoking another cigarette. Unless I inform you otherwise, I'm always smoking another cigarette.”

“Love is a very light thing. Love is so fragil and frail. You can not hold it in your hand or weigh it on a scale. Cigarette smoke, that's all it is, wispy and curling around. Oh, it takes a lot of love to make a pound.”

“...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...”

“Rather than you smoking a cigarette, the cigarette is really smoking you.”

“I remembered back to leo's burial and holding your hand. I was eleven and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said 'in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life' you turned to me, 'I don't want sure and certain hope I want sure and certain Bee.”