Smoking can kill you, he said, and I replied: sounds better than being bored to death

Where there's smoke there's fire. Where there's fire there's passion. Where there's passion there's a girl smoking.

Sometimes the fridge is empty. Sometimes you run out of booze. Sometimes a guy hits you for no reason. Sometimes life doesn't seem worth living. Sometimes you hate yourself. But there's never a time when you don't enjoy a smoke.

At 14, I started sneaking behind the dormitories at school to smoke and I guess I just never got out of the habit. It's that sense of doing something that you shouldn't be doing that appeals to me. Appeals to most of us, I guess.

When the tip of his tongue touches the little hard nub of my clitoris I feel the same jolt in my sex as I do in my throat when I light up. There must be a connection.

There was a time when the only thing I liked about sex was the cigarette after. Then I grew up and gave up smoking.

There is a sort of magic in striking a match and lighting a cigarette, the way the match flares and the tobacco singes, the way the smoke rises in curls, that feeling of peace as the nicotine hits the back of the throat. I will give up smoking when they invent something better than smoking.

I started smoking because I thought it was sexy. Now I smoke because I feel sexy when I'm smoking. Is that what they call addiction?