Book: On the needle. Page 6

Nowadays most people know that the hard way: always want what you can't get, and things to which you surrender themselves to you on a silver platter.

I don't like anything (except black), don't hate nothing (except forces that prevent me to reach it) and not afraid of anything (except that I can't reach him).

You often hear about youth vandalism, but why is no one talking about the psychological vandalism that repairing these old bitches?

'Take the best orgasm, multiply that feeling by twenty, and still it will ***learn a poor imitation.

True, he had not yet developed AIDS, but the tests were positive. I told him that it is not the end of the world Hogsy. You can learn to live with the virus. Thousands of dudes live with him and not worried. I told him, you can get as much as a fucking mountain of years. And a dude with no virus tomorrow morning too. So you need to treat this. You can't just delete people. The show must go on.

When you're on the kumāras, the dudes stoned to put you the anguish, because they are entirely absorbed in their high and all your torment they are deeply ***AMB. Some "bruising" in the pub wants everybody to be as fun as him, but a real junkie (unlike someone getting high from time to time and who needs a "partner in crime") to shit on everyone else.

Sometimes I think that people become junkies just because they subconsciously want a little quiet.