I suspect it may be like the difference between a drinker and an alcoholic; the one merely reads books, the other needs books to make it through the
Even when I took the drugs I realized that this just wasn't fun anymore. The drugs had become a part of my routine. Something to wake me up. Something to help me sleep. Something to calm my nerves. Th...
(n.) The state of being addicted; devotion; inclination.
The book can produce an addiction as fierce as heroin or nicotine, forcing us to spend much of our lives, like junkies, in book shops and libraries, those literary counterparts to the opium den.
Find what you love and let it kill you.
My nose bleeds, and every comedown feels like an overdose. I try to make peace with God each time, but he shows no interest, and it reminds me of my dad, and I get so upset that I just have to do anot...
Sometimes, when I'm chain-smoking and feeling like shit (which happens more often than I'd like to admit), I let go of a lit cigarette just to see if the ember will outlast the fall.It rarely does.
A moderate addiction to money may not always be hurtful but when taken in excess it is nearly always bad for the health.
Every habit he's ever had is still there in his body, lying dormant like flowers in the desert. Given the right conditions, all his old addictions would burst into full and luxuriant bloom.
With patience and perseverance my day will come!
Music gives you a certain high that any drug in the world cannot.
Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction.
Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol, morphine or idealism.
Always love, always encourage, and never let despair get in the way.
Well, I totally understand why people take huge drugs. Like heroin, or cocaine. I can understand why you would want to be literally out of your own head, because being in your own head is unbearable....
Drugs suck more than anything else I have ever liked so much.
Hello, my name is Jaako and I am an addict. I am addicted to reading.
Addiction by any other name is love.
We labor under the great delusion that we are in control. Silly humans.
He was the kind of boy to crush your heart into dust then snort it off the table in front of you.
The next day we were all shooting up. "Jeez. Look at the size of the cotton he just threw in the spoon." "Yea. What are you trying to prove?" They had a good laugh at my expense.