“Jesus Christ, it’s like living with Stevie bloody Nicks,’ I said, ‘only without the cocaine, which would be more fun.”

“One thing I’ve learned is it’s better to be addicted to things than people. You get hooked on a thing and if someone takes it from you, you can find another source. Only people can really hurt you. Only people can push you out into the cold permanently.”

“Drugs are nothing compared to the ecstasy of erudition.”

“Kuwa na uraibu wa mafanikio, si wa dawa.”

“Chronotropic Drugs:Drugs engineered to affect one’s sense of time. Chronodecelocotropic drugs have no short term effect but over time give one the impression that time feels longer. Chronoaccelocotropic drugs have the opposite effect.”

“Time wasn’t passing so much as kneeling beside him in a torn tee-shirt disclosing the rodent-nosed tits of a man who disdains the care of his once-comely bod.”

“The idea that creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time.”

“I don’t get bad bitches; I make them.”

“Faith, thought Eszter . . . is not a matter of believing something, but believing that somehow things could be different; in the same way, music was not the articulation of some better part of ourselves, or a reference to some notion of a better world, but a disguising of the fact of our irredeemable selves and the sorry state of the world, but no, not merely a disguising but a complete, twisted denial of such facts: it was a cure that did not work, a barbiturate that functioned as an opiate.”

“Opium resembles religion insofar as a magician resembles Jesus.”

“I wind up stretched across the couchstill nodding with Sherlock Holmesexamining our crushed veins”

“Come, drunks and drug-takers; come perverts unnerved!Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit; to whom and wherever deserved.Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners true-blue,Get the hell out of the way of the laurel. It is deathless And it isn’t for you.”

“An anaesthetic is a poet-killer.”

“I know LSD; I don’t need to take it anymore. Maybe when I die, like Aldous Huxley.”

“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.”