“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.”

James Taylor (1948) American singer-songwriter and guitarist

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

Carl Sandburg (1878–1967) American writer and editor

“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.”

Franz Halder (1884–1972) German general

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

Ryan Adams (1974) American alt-country/rock singer-songwriter

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

Elizabeth Gilbert (1969) American writer

“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.”

Pablo Neruda (1904–1973) Chilean poet

“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.”

Sören Kierkegaard (1813–1855) Danish philosopher and theologian, founder of Existentialism

“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…”

Mike Oldfield (1953) English musician, multi-instrumentalist

“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.”

James Frey book A Million Little Pieces