I doused the fatal instrument with lightning promptitude, but it was a good seven minutes before the last indignant handkerchief had folded its wings and gone back to its reticule and the last manufactured cough died protestingly away. – Margaret Halsey
Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers. – Ben Jonson, Every Man in His Humour
Often, the roles Im offered in England are melancholic women who are filled with regret for the past, regret for their fading beauty. – Kristin Scott Thomas
