I spend as many hours a day as I possibly can smoking cannabis
I've written a lot of movies with smoking, and the some of those movies absolutely gloried in the smoking and I wasn't concerned when I wrote them who would see them and how those movies would especially affect young people.
The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.
Once you stop drinking and smoking and stuff, it really gets on your nerves, all that nonsense going on.
I love cigarettes. Love them. I think the more positive approach you have to smoking, the less harmful it is.
And believe it or not, she has a phone and everything. She stopped using smoking signals last year.
Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.
Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.
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. '
I quit smoking well over twenty years ago.
I should like to say that I left off smoking because I considered it a mean form of slavery, to be condemned for moral as well as physical reasons; but though I see the folly of smoking clearly now, I was blind to it for some months after I had smoked my last pipe. I gave up my most delightful solace, as I regarded it, for no other reason than that the lady who was willing to fling herself away on me said that I must choose between it and her.
Less smoking and more reading.
To me, being grown-up meant smoking cigarettes, drinking cocktails, and dressing up in high heels and glamourous outfits.
I just saw a guy filling up his gas tank with one hand and smoking with the other. Seriously?
Smoking is the great romance of my lifetime. If I could find someone I wanted forty-five times a day, perhaps I could stop.
I've never heard of anybody smoking a joint and going on a rampage. It makes you lie around on the floor and look at the ceiling. What's wrong with that?
Smoke. Smoke. Smoke. Only a pipe distinguishes man from beast.
. . . don't ask me why I know what an Edwardian smoking jacket looks like: let's just say it has something to do with Doctor Who and leave it at that.
There is no monopoly on becoming a millionaire. If you're jealous of those with more money, don't just sit there and complain. Do something to make more money yourself - spend less time drinking, or smoking and socializing and more time working.
I was hiding out from the celebrity thing, I was smoking way too much [marijuana].