“I smoke to fill the potholes in my soul”

“Now, the smoke fills the air
In this honky-tonk bar.
And I'm thinking 'bout where I'd rather be.
But I burned all my bridges;
I sank all my ships.
And I'm stranded at the edge of the sea.”

“By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.”

“It was a distance about twice as long as this room; then there was a wall, and just beyond it the crematory. When the wind blew in at the south I got smoke in my cell. It was a fat smoke, big flakes of smoke - human smoke.”

“Can I still smoke my cigarettes and have my coffee”

“As smoking is to the lungs, so is resentment to the soul; even one puff is bad for you.”

“Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery;
that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth.
I repaid vileness with doves.”

“I am so fed up and joyless that not only have I nothing to fill my soul, I cannot even conceive of anything that could possibly satisfy it - alas, not even the bliss of heaven.”

“She takes the rain, turns it to sun,
And my soul she fills it.
Where once was a desert
Rivers now run, and my storms she stills it…”

“I go to my Room and I drink and I smoke some cigarettes and I think about her. I drink and I smoke and I think about her and at a certain point blackness comes and my memory fails me.”