"I miss it. The last cigarette I smoked was the day I found out I was pregnant with Apple. I had to sit down and smoke one final cigarette. It's such a beautiful thing. I'm so p**sed off it gives you cancer. Cigarettes were my upper, they were my downer. I would think with them, write with them. I just love them so much.
"But then, once you have children, if you've witnessed a death like I did with my father, you just can't.
"But I've decided that when I'm about 70 I'm going to start smoking again. Why not? I can't wait!'"