“All I am is smoke and mirrors ...”
“It's all done by smoke and mirrors ...”
“You look very handsome, Papa," I say.The twinkle is back in his eyes. "Smoke and mirrors," he says with a wink. "Smoke and mirrors.”
“All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust ...Through these it blinds the soul.”
“I am quitting a boy like some people quit smoking. I am not quitting smoking.”
“Smoke is not chasing me and making my eyes sweat. My eyes are not burning. I am not crying. I am not standing behind my mother and she is not facing the wall and she is not saying, 'Smoke follows beauty.' Smoke follows beauty. Smoke follows beauty. Smoke follows beauty.”