Cigars are no safe alternative act.
I'm dead annoyed that I'm finding it so difficult to stop. But I am getting there [on kicking smoking habit]
Kept his locker full of weed just to satisfy his smoking needs and his love of fire.
On our first tour we just went full on, drinking too much and smoking too much before the shows. But it's a learning curve. We now know our limits.
I haven't stopped smoking. . . anything
I asked a coughing friend of mine why he doesn't stop smoking. 'In this town it wouldn't do any good,' he explained. 'I happen to be a chain breather. '
They threaten me with lung cancer, and still I smoke and smoke. If they'd only threaten me with hard work, I might stop.
I was never directly pressured by peers, but by surrounding myself with others who were experimenting with smoking provided a certain false comfort.
I wouldnt mind seeing opera die. Ever since I was a boy, I regarded opera as a ponderous anachronism, almost the equivalent of smoking.
The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.
I was warned to stop smoking, which I did, for two or three days, but it was too lonesome, and I have resumed - in a modified way - 4 smokes a day instead of 40. This will have a good effect. On the bank balance.
I'll tell you why I like the cigarette business. It cost a penny to make. Sell it for a dollar. It's addictive. And there's a fantastic brand loyalty.
At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life. The passengers cheered. Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody get back on board!
The trouble is the kind of guy I want to go out with doesn't even exist. . . Like a rugged, chain-smoking, intellectual, adventurer guy who's really serious, but also really funny and mean.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
I think it's true about people now being closer to their parents, since the '60s, really. The parents are no longer from a different planet, the 1950s ideas of American family. We could be friends with our parents. After the '60s, it wasn't like a person smoking pot was what the parents would be appalled at.
I sit at my door, smoking a cigarette and sipping my absinthe, and I enjoy every day without a care in the world
I like smoking pot, but I'm not the kind of guy who smokes every day.
Quit smoking, and observe posted speed limits. This will improve your odds of getting old enough to be wise.
If I were founding a university I would begin with a smoking room; next a dormitory; and then a decent reading room and a library. After that, if I still had more money that I couldn't use, I would hire a professor and get some text books.