The bottom line is, until we're helping people to stop smoking, screening for breast cancer, giving Pap smears, giving prenatal care to pregnant women, we should not go into publicly paying for the artificial heart, which will benefit at great cost o...
We habitually engage in meddling with nature. Until this century most of this meddling was good. Witness the preservation of the European countryside. But since then we've smoked it up and littered it and dumped too much in too many waters. I don't t...
I love to be scared. Not, 'Hey, I think I smell smoke...' scared, but creepy, paranoid, what's-that-out-there-in-the-dark, ghost story scared. It's no surprise that I was the girl who got invited to the slumber parties because I could be counted on t...
Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death, but genuine pain doesn't live in the spirit, nor in the air, nor in our lives, nor on these terraces of billowing smoke. The genuine pain that keeps everything awake is a tiny, infinite burn on th...
So of course time is necessary. But nevertheless damn painful, for it transforms all the pieces of your life - joy and sorrow, youth and age, love and hate, terror and bliss - from fire into smoke rising up the air and dissipating on a breeze.
I will say a lot of dancers do such beautiful things for their body and then they smoke a cigarette. I've never been a smoker, but I realized after taking yoga . . . in ballet you're not encouraged to do a lot of breathing. I think in a weird way, a ...
They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you're high, you can do everything you normally do just as well — you just realize that it's not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference.
He does not regard the quantity of faith, but the quality. He does not measure its degree, but its truth. He will not break any bruised reed, nor quench any smoking flax. He will never let it be said that any perished at the foot of the cross.
The first time I was cooking for my wife, Stephanie, way before she was my wife, I actually put three chickens on the rotisserie and I closed the grill, which is really a bad idea. But I just wasn't thinking very straight that day. And I looked outsi...
Captain: Phillip, the old bunch is gone. Look at these new heroes. All wind and smoke. Just big mouths. Thomsen: Yeah, yeah. They keep together, balls in hand. And the belief in our Führer in their eyes. Captain: They will know in time.
Shelly: [the posessed Shelly's face is smoking and scarred] Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if I had remained on those hot coals, burning my pretty flesh.
L. Ron Bumquist: I'm not really sure I can answer that, but what I can say is that if Margaret Mead, at her age, smoked grass... she'd have one hell of a trip!
Perry: Do you have to smoke? Harry: Do you want me to put it out, when we get near the...? Perry: Yeah, as soon as you find a large, brown clump of shrubs. Just throw it in there.
Bert: Up where the smoke is all billowed and curled / 'Tween pavement and stars is the chimney sweep world / When there's hardly no day, nor hardly no night / There's things half in shadow and halfway in light / On the rooftops of London / Coo, what ...
Rhah: Elias didn't ask you to fight his battles for him. And if there's a heaven, and, God, I hope there is, I know he's sitting up there drunk as a fucking monkey and smoking shit, 'cause he done left his pains down here.
Joe Oramas: Trains are really cool. Olivia Harris: They are. Finbar McBride: [smoking marijuana] So are horses. Joe Oramas: What? Finbar McBride: I was just thinking that. Joe Oramas: Give me the joint, man.
Wyatt Earp: You skin that smoke wagon and we'll see what happens! Johnny Tyler: Listen mister, I'm getting awful tired of your... [Wyatt slaps him] Wyatt Earp: Are you gonna do something? Or just stand there and bleed?
Nick Naylor: Polly works for the Moderation Council. A casual drinker by the age of 14, Polly quickly developed a tolerance usually reserved for Irish dockworkers. In our world, she's the woman that got the pope to endorse red wine.
Jack: I'm going to impale your mom on a spike and feed her dead body to my dog with syphilis. Brad: Ha, you got me! Jack: [to Nick and Joey Naylor] Inside joke.
[the Merchants of Death pass through a metal detector, which beeps as Bobby Jay, the firearms lobbyist, passes through] Bobby Jay Bliss: [to Nick and Polly] You guys go on ahead, this might take a while.
I'm a big online everything. But for me, shopping online started with music, obviously, then it went onto books, meditation CDs, and I just recently bought these electronic cigarettes. My husband is trying to quit smoking, so I went online and I boug...
