draw on a cigarette

"Nobody does this because they like it," she said, drawing on a cigarette.

He drew on a cigarette, ashes fluttering in the air.

There was that familiar intake of breath as he drew on a cigarette.

De Ruse drew on a cigarette he held cupped inside a hand.

Near the desk was Reggie, drawing on a cigarette.

He could hear Lowell draw on a cigarette.

Hence the comfort from eating, sucking sweets or a pipe, and drawing on a cigarette.

The dialogue has long silences during which casual sounds are highlighted, such as the sound of a woman drawing on a cigarette.

Drawing on a cigarette, she confided her view of life in a communal flat: "I don't like my neighbors."

"Go ahead," he suggested, drawing on a cigarette .

Standing on the sidewalk outside the center, drawing on a cigarette, he apologized for his glumness.

"With time," she said, drawing on a cigarette and playing with the smoke, "you learn to live with this."

I drew on a cigarette thoughtfully and watched the dull red eye of the dying embers on the fire.

"It's not going to make any difference to you or to me," Mr. Crawford said philosophically, drawing on a cigarette.

She took a sip in a way that showed she was unfamiliar with holding such a glass, like a non-smoker drawing on a cigarette.

"It's really comfortable, better than a massage," Mr. Wu said, drawing on a cigarette after his 20-minute session.

"People were workin' away in their own worlds," Legge says, drawing on a cigarette.

The dark water was speckled with reflected stars, and it was frosty-cold where Koch stood at the railing, drawing on a cigarette.

Perched on an armchair, dressed in black, Marco Ursino, a filmmaker, drew on a cigarette.

"The way I understand it, the water was going to get my farm no matter what they did," said Mr. Schicker, drawing on a cigarette.

Drawing on a cigarette, Mr. Carpenter spoke with a touch of sadness: "The audience often mistakes sincerity for weakness.

Minutes later, relaxing in a terrycloth robe and sandals, Mr. Seth draws on a cigarette and faces the inevitable question.

Asked whether Britain's auto industry was moribund, Mr. Panes, 35, drawing on a cigarette during a break, replied, "Not here it isn't."

One man drawing on a cigarette outside the hall said that a cousin and the cousin's wife were missing, and that he would wait to learn what happened to them.