Ayn Rand. Atlas shrugged (№ 404547)

I like cigarettes, Miss Taggart. I like to think about the fire that a person holds in their hands. Fire, this powerful, dangerous force that a person has tamed and holds at his fingertips. I often think about those minutes when a person sits all alone, looks at the smoke of his cigarette and thinks. I have often asked myself what great accomplishments have grown out of such minutes. When a person thinks, a spark of living fire flares up in his consciousness, and at such moments the light of a smoking cigarette is, as it were, a reflection of his personality.