I like to think of fire held in a man's hand. Fire, a dangerous force, tamed at his fingertips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone, watching the smoke of a cigarette, thinking. I wonder what great things have come from such hours. When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind--and it is proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his one expression.
This should manage to piss everyone off.
-ayn rand
Too bad she didn't burn to death in her bed because she fell asleep with a lit cigarette.
Asleep would be too merciful
eternal winner of the world's worst prose award