The Diary of a Drug Fiend

Lou sailed in like an angel descending from heaven.

life had become such an infinitely boring alternation between a period of stimulation which failed to stimulate and of depression which hardly even depressed

artificially, and this has to be paid for by a long period of reaction in which one cannot fix one's mind on a subject at all

Heroin and cocaine enable one to attain a high degree of concentration

Heart of my heart, come out of the rain, Let's have another go of cocaine.”

Always go on till you have to stop, Let's have another sniff, old top!”

our troubles come from our consciousness of their existence, so that if we forget their existence, they actually cease to exist!

reason was that I hoped to find somebody there, and talk the night out. People think that talking is a sign of thinking. It isn't, for the most part; on the contrary, it's a mechanical dodge of the body to relieve oneself of the strain of thinking, just as exercising the muscles helps the body to become temporarily unconscious of its weight, its pain, its weariness, and the foreknowledge of its doom.

And yet, of course, after all, one must have formalities, just as in flying you have to make arrangements for starting and stopping.

He that loveth his life shall lose it.