Danilo's was the kind of place where many drinking men come to hide, be it from their wives, in-laws, their jobs or life in general. it was where men and women can come to drink poison as if it was the only form of medicine available to remedy the mi...
The smell of cigarette smoke in the air in a tavern that changes names often, a bar cursed because of a girl who died of a drug overdose in the basement, we put a few coins in the jukebox; chose “Angel Band” by Johnny Cash and sat down at the bar...
Moses threw the spent cigarette butt to the ground. It bounced once then lay still. A lazy wisp of smoke drifted towards the reaching shadows. He pushed himself to his feet and brushed flakes of grit from the seat of his jeans. Stuffing his hands in ...
When I was young” … “Before I was twenty, I mean, I used to think that life was a thing that kept gaining impetus, it would get richer and deeper each year. You kept learning more, getting wiser, having more insight, going further into the trut...
Nemo Nobody aged 118: I've got nothing to say to you. I'm Mr. Nobody, a man who doesn't exist. Young journalist: Do you remember what the world was like before telemerization? Quasi-immortality? What was it like when humans were mortals? Nemo Nobody ...
Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.
What sort of sap doesn't know by now that picture-perfect beauty is all done with smoke and mirrors anyway?
My bladder cancer was related to smoking, and I think smoking kills people.
Barry the Baptist: Lock, stock, the fuckin' lot.
Soap: You want a sandwich, Bacon?
Eddie: Can we lock up and get drunk now?
"Hatchet" Harry: Back to you, already-Eddie.
Soap: Tom, what have you been eatin'?
Nick Naylor: These days, when someone smokes in the movies, they're either a psychopath... or a European.
I don't drink, and I don't smoke. It's a personal preference. My mom has never drunk or smoked. I look up to my mom.
You can burn down a house, but can you hide the smoke?
That I should just dive in and let my world fall apart and rebuild itself. That if I can embrace change, I can embrace death, and that is the secret to liberation.
You've got to have, like, a lentil for a soul to hate wiener dogs.
She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
I'm trying to learn to smoke, which is rather weird when everyone is trying to stop. I'm not a smoker. But my character only smokes as an affectation.
Gary: Bastard! You fucking bastard! [Firing at "Hatchet" Harry]
