I had a cup of tea, thought about my day and mostly about the horse whom, though I'd only known him a short time, I called my friend. I have few friends and am glad to have a horse for a friend. After the meal I smoked a cigarette and mused on the lu...
The clock holds me nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. There is nothing else but now and the shifting depth of the night. I sit at a table alone smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee and listening and surviving. I should not be here or anywhere. I should not...
She wanted to remind him, whether his family was there or not. She wanted. And wanted. And endured in her wanting: the damp seat, the dry chicken, more champagne, the headache the champagne brought, the midges, the chat, his failure, no refusal, to l...
Strict Time There's a hand on a wire that leads to my mouth I can hear you knocking but I'm not coming out Don't want to be a puppet or a ventriloquist 'Cause there's no ventilation on a critical list Fingers creeping up my spine are not mine to resi...
Did you know that mako shark fetuses eat each other in the womb?... Its true. Only cannibal fetuses survive to be born. Can you imagine if people were like that?
It was sadness, lostness, and the worst thing about it was the way it seemed like a default—like it was there all the time, and all her other expressions were just an array of masks she used to cover it up.
Didn't you tell me smoking ruined your stamina as a boxer? ... Ruined is a strong word, I'd say. ... It helps fight boredom. It gives you more to do and less time to do it in.
Dog: I'll find you... I'll find you. Bacon: 'Course you will sweetheart! [Ties Dog's hands behind him] Dog: I'll find you. Bacon: What d'you think this is? Fucking hide and seek?
Rory Breaker: What did you shoot him with, an air rifle? Winston: Look, we grow weed. We're not mercenaries. Rory Breaker: You don't say.
Eddie: The entire British empire was built on cups of tea... Bacon: Yeah, and look what happened to that. Eddie: ...And if you think I'm going to war without one, mate, you're mistaken.
Big Chris: [after rear-ending Eddie outside of Harry's] You alright, mate? [Spots the bag of money he just gave to Harry in Eddie's lap] Big Chris: Cheeky bastard!
Rory Breaker: You think this is a coincidence? This white shite steals my things and thinks that he can sell it back to me? He's got less brains than you, Lenny!
Soap: Where the fuck are they going?... Shift a piano? I thought this was meant to be a robbery. Eddie: Where did they get those outfits? Tom, Bacon: Not a bad idea, that.
Dog: Golf - the best way to spoil a good walk. Winston Churchill said that. I say it's a dog-eat-dog world. And I got bigger teeth than you two.
Nick Naylor: Now what we need is a smoking role model. A real winner. Jeff Megall: Indiana Jones meets Jerry Maguire. Nick Naylor: Right, on two packs a day.
To me you were home, to you I was just a vacation.
The pen to a writer is like a cigarette to a smoker; they need it to take the edge off.
I'm going to sit back, light up, and hope I don't chew the cigarette to pieces.
Wild Turkey whiskey and Philip Morris cigarettes are essential to the maintenance of human life!
My first thought was always a cigarette. It still is, but I haven't cheated.
The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her.
