813 Quotes About Drugs

Your personal will is the web your disease sits and spins in. The will you call your own ceased to be yours as of who knows how many Substance-drenched years ago.

When I was 29, my gynecologist gave me a reprieve; I was no longer living under the 10-year cancer death threat. I had gotten a clean bill of health, finally. I felt free, but dissatisfied. Only years later did I realize that on a deep unconscious level, I was ready to experience young adulthood, something that I did not think I had the opportunity to experience at the appropriate time. Unfortunately, it would come at the expense of my children.

I imagined the United States becoming, slowly, through the combined effects of lack of foresight and short-term unenlightened self-interest, a third world country.

We sat up through the night snorting and talking. It all felt so important, meaningful and good, all be it in that weird coke way. In the years to come, during all night coked out blab-fests, even during our most most soul-baring moments, I always kinda knew we were full of shit. Our brains just looking for a vehicle to get all that chaotic coke energy out...Drug fueled oaths and pacts that meant nothing.!

During the golden age of the Most Serene Republic, the Doge used to perform an elaborate yearly ceremony, tossing a gold ring into the waters of the Grand Canal to solemnize the wedding of the city to the waters that gave it life, wealth, and power.

I want to be good, do good, be a worker among workers, a friend among friends. But there's also this part of me that is so dissatisfied with everything. If I'm not living on the verge of death, I feel like I'm not really living.

I realized I had become wild and undomesticated, living a gypsy life—coming and going from Bernie’s. But even the thought about settling down in a cozy home with a dog and a cat, not to mention a person, would cause me to panic, pick up and run away. It’s not that I would want to leave. I would have to. The very idea of being settled, I found unsettling. I believed I didn’t deserve these things. I felt secure and comfortable getting what I needed on the fly—no commitments.

What is the proper response to seeing a child arrested? Another child, the umpteenth child, when you've lived here long enough. And worse, arrested for something you can't be sure they actually did, even if they get found guilty?

I am devoid of geniusthat is why I can touch my nose with my tongueand prove that I am really a geniusSometimes while walking in front ofManik Bandyopadhyay's house I broodabout the street on which he once walkedI am also on the same road, but worthless, Falguni Raywalking, sometimes I travelin second class in trams and Iimagine this was the tram that overran and crushedthe body of Jibanananda DasThis is the way I travel--earth sun stars accompany me.