I'll go to church with anyone who's willing to smoke pot and look through a telescope with me.
You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.
If you can't eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it. . . then f*ck it!
Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.
Power comes and goes. It can vanish in the twinkling of an eye, like smoke dissolving in the air.
When you read, you think, and when you smoke, you think. It's a pleasurable thing, and not a duty.
When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging could save us. I think you think I will never die, I think I exude to you the permanence of smoke or stars, even as my broken arms heal themselves around you.
All I am is smoke and mirrors.
I was a little too antsy, I was jumping around, wanting to go here, wanting to be there. Once I started smoking weed, I just wanted to stay and play the video game and rap. You spend good time with your daughter, man, after you go smoke, chill with your daughter. You're willing to do whatever she want to do.
I don't drink, I don't take drugs, I don't smoke.
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.
I read like fiends smoke crack
A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
I stayed a virgin until I was 23. I didn't do drugs or drink or smoke.
Everybody welcome-especially elders who smoke.
I smoke, isn't that terrible?
I do lots of other drugs but I smoke pot maybe 5-10 times a year now. I used to smoke it all the time, but I don't, and I haven't for awhile. That's just because it makes me - and I'm not saying this about everybody else - but it makes me kind of dumb and self-conscious.
Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.
You, faulty men! Not only got lost on the way of charlatains, but contravened against the divine nature. Weren't settled for the wealthy, clear air, you bewitched it with smoke and burnt smell, you weren't settled for the best spring water, you filled up yourself with several kinds of hard drinks, the sun shined for you in vain, you didn't behold it.
Where there's smoke, there's bound to be mirrors.