“A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.”

“The officers saluted as she passed and gravely bowed. They walked back across the courtyard and got into their chairs. She saw Waddington light a cigarette. A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.”

“...smoke twisting amongst the lights and turning the air a desolate blue, the colour of dead hopes and lost chances.”

“Smoking kills. If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life.”

“The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.”

“Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.”