And it goees like this

"He told her that he felt he was just a quick-burning cigarette and she had a whole pack. He knew the analogy was trite, but he also knew she would understand. He knew she was smart, she just did not understand that being addicted to something, does not mean you need it. He, on the other hand, understood, but only because he was an addict first. His prayers had become violent, but not toward anyone, just toward the hurricane he felt in his lungs every time she took another drag. He was alone, and he hoped she was too."