Just do a Google search on any pipe related phrase like, "filled my pipe", and choose to search in Books. You'll find lots of results.
I've always enjoyed doing this, many good references pop up.
Here's a few:
"Bohr sat down, lit his pipe, and started talking. He forgot to draw, lit the pipe again, and so on until there was a mountain of matches right in front of him. He talked about the discovery that the square root of two cannot be an integer or a fraction."
Killing Time: The Autobiography of Paul Feyerabend
"He fills his pipe. VLADIMIR: (vehemently). Let's go! POZZO: I hope I'm not driving you away. Wait a little longer, you'll never regret it. ESTRAGON: (scenting charity). We're in no hurry. POZZO: (having lit his pipe). The second is never so sweet ."
Waiting for Godot: A Tragicomedy in Two Acts
"A man wanted a pipe. ... Get me a two-ounce tin of Capstan Full. ... "Keep the change, sonny," said Fenton, and, feeling the satisfaction that only a pipe-smoker can experience when about to load up his favourite briar..."
Danger's Bright Eyes
"I smoked Balkan Sobranie. ... Did the pipe help me score? ... Unfortunately, while I knew about how to get a pipe going, even in a rainstorm (pack tight and smoke with the bowl upside down), I didn't know how to do the same for a woman."
Campus Sexpot: A Memoir
"Known as Wedgey, because his initials were W.D.G., he was a baggy pipe smoker: clever, witty and, as it seemed to me then, erudite and ... he favoured a brand of tobacco called Balkan Sobranie that smelt like an outdoor cremation."
Home
"You've been walking for threequarters of an hour? I didn't think you had it in you. Mark laughed and began to fill a pipe. - Where'd you get that? - Mine. I thought I'd give it an airing. - What are you smoking? - Three Nuns. - It's got a good pong."
The Dwarfs: A Novel
"Lying in a rack by his bedside was his beloved pipe. Grandad made smoking into an art form. Poking and cleaning with pipe cleaners, tapping out old ash then filling his pipe with Condor Sliced were all carried out with great assiduity."
Pies Were for Thursdays
"He was certainly not going to park himself on a hard wooden stool for hours on end, surrounded by piss-taking teenagers, most of whom persistently attempting to shove something other than St Bruno in his pipe, whilst an offensive cacophony as far removed as possible from sea shanties or The Seekers ripped his eardrums to buggery."
Pick Your Own Strawberries