“Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.”

“A cigarette only takes a certain amount of time to smoke and though this takes time it seems to take less and less with each one and you can only smoke so many, there comes a time when you have to stop, when you just cant light the next one... at least not for a while.”

“You remind me of a smoked cigarette.”

“Some part of me was lost in your sleeve
Where you hid your cigarettes”

“[when asked about cigarettes] I don't recommend them… but I smoke them.”

“When I'm shooting, I just try to make sure I wouldn't be embarrassed of it later, because in Watertown, you don't get away with anything.”

“oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much”

“When you reach for the stars, you may not get one, but you won't get a handful of mud either.”

“Neither angel, nor archangel, nor yet even the Lord Himself (who alone can say "I am with you"), can, when we have sinned, release us, unless we bring repentance with us.”

“He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.”