“Running from the presence of God has the futility of "trying to shovel smoke with a rake".”
“Lawyers spend a great deal of their time shoveling smoke.”
“Farewell, my friend," Drizzt whispered, trying futilely to keep his voice from breaking. :This journey you make alone.”
“When we ask God to move a mountain, God may give us a shovel.”
“...and the smoke that creeps off the tip of my cigarette and into the dim, scattered strands of light leaking off the moon, in through the clefts in the curtains, is much like my spirit trying to escape the burn of yesterday's presence.”
“Like running trying to live a good life has to hurt a little bit, or we're not running hard enough, not really trying.”