Soon the monster roused himself and grasping the skirt shook it, saying as he did so: **If this be human, it’s light,” then he rushed back into the water.
Category Archives: HEROIN
THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ARM
Don’t even take a bath with fools, because they’ll throw away the soap. Italian
Jaya Savige: Surface to Air
To quit heroin you have to leave the country, the novelist says with a wink. I wonder what you would have made of Europe. What I’d have made of junk. I guess I’ve never truly understood the romance of those ruins of the blood. http://www.hotsdots.com/poetry/author/mduwell/
The darkness of oneself returns Now that the house is empty, James K Baxter.
http://www.australianpoetry.org/2012/11/26/the-sacred-politics-of-james-k-baxter/
“Even as a junkie I stayed true [to vegetarianism] – ‘I shall have heroin, but I shan’t have a hamburger.’ What a sexy little paradox.”
― Russell Brand, My Booky Wook
It’s a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.”
― Beatrice Sparks, Go Ask Alice
I’ve never read anything about heroin where, yeah, it’s a good experience, and you can do it for 20 years and enjoy it, like having a cold beer. It doesn’t work that way with heroin.
(Ace Frehley)
Those who smoke opium need to periodically smoke again.
John Davis’ book China contains a hitherto unpublished Edict on opium from 1832:
If they do not do so, their limbs become weak and their eyes and noses discharge fluid. They are unfit for any activity. But once they take a few puffs they are restored. Thus opium becomes the basis of life to the smoker.
“Junk turns the user into a plant. Plants do not feel pain since pain has no function in a stationary organism. Junk is a pain killer. A plant has no libido in the human or animal sense. Junk replaces the sex drive. Seeding is the sex of the plant and the function of opium is to delay seeding.
Perhaps the intense discomfort of withdrawal is the transition from plant back to animal, from a painless, sexless, timeless state back to sex and pain and time, from death back to life.”
― William S. Burroughs, Junky
“There was a time I thought I couldn’t enjoy rock ‘n’ roll unless I had heroin in me”
Joe Perry of Aerosmith – 1989
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Kahlil Gibrain
http://www.langservices.net/quotes.html
Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.
Napoleon Bonaparte
“Ros was dead.
He had loved heroin more than it loved him. I was shocked beyond imagining; he was the first of my friends to fall.”
― Craig Ferguson, American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely Patriot
My dreams have wings. But not soaring eagle wings, more like the wings of a butterfly. Colorful and easily ripped off.”
― Jarod Kintz
“Heroin spread that soft blanket over everything. But once the blanket was ripped off, it took a layer of skin with it, leaving nothing but nerve ends screaming in the breeze.”
― Jerry Stahl, Perv – A Love Story
Don’t call the alligator a big-mouth till you have crossed the river.
Belize.
“I don’t do romance, in the same way I don’t do heroin Russian roulette, or nude alligator wrestling. I consider all of the above self-destructive, and demeaning and these are things up with which I will not put.”
― D.D. Barant, Dying Bites
“ a beautiful wild kid on heroin, high as a kite and thinking she’s on top of the world, not knowing she’s dying, not believing it even if you show her the marks.
― S.E. Hinton, Rumble Fish
A kite can’t really fly free,that’s just an expression. In order to soar high in the sky the string of a kite needs to be anchored. If the string breaks the kite drops back to the ground. The kite’s freedom depends on it not being as free as he thinks it is.”
― Simon Napier-Bell, I’m Coming To Take You To Lunch
THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY 