Be honest with the Lord. If you’re afraid, say so. If you’re feeling abandoned, tell Him. He already knows every sin you’ve committed and He loves you anyway. Confess honestly. Beg for help. Converse with...

The face of “evil” is always the face of total need. A dope fiend is a man in total need of dope. Beyond a certain frequency need knows absolutely no limit or control. In the...

The Moth don’t care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he’s in the game. And once he’s in, he can’t go back, he’ll Beat his wings ’til he burns them black…...

99% of all addicts are liars and thieves. This might sound unfair and even close-minded, but it’s the truth. There are some exceptions to the rules, but they are incredibly rare. Most people are no...

I took my time, running my fingers along the spines of books, stopping to pull a title from the shelf and inspect it. A sense of well-being flowed through me as I circled the ground...

Uraibu ni mbaya unapoathiri maisha ya mtu.

Issues are like tissues. You pull one out and another appears!

Anything that inspires addiction or obsession – substances, entertainment, beauty, secrecy – is dangerous in that it can lead to isolation, self-absorption, and disconnection, to paralyzed stasis: an immobility that gathers like a force.

Imagine this:Ice is coming to YOUR house.Can you HEAR it knocking?Are you ready?What will YOU do?

Y’all think a body be who you is, but it ain’t nothing but a motherfucking sack of meat.

Internet pornography is the crack-cocaine of sexual addiction. I try to stay away; there’s the occasional slip here and there.

Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It’s the kind of word you use to hide the truth.

At the lip of a cliff, I look out over Lake Superior, through the bare branches of birches and the snow-covered branches of aspens and pines. A hard wind blows snow up out of a...

Nothing is ‘wrong’ with me, Dan. What’s wrong with you? she said in the same eerily quiet voice, dark eyes fixated on Dan, as she breathed heavily.

I began asking myself just what my high was about. What did I do when I was high that I didn’t do when I was sober? What was wrong that heroin fixed?

Once, during the drinking phase, Wendy had accused him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber to support a full-blown deathwish. So he manufactured ways in which other people could...

Some people read for instruction, which is praiseworthy, and some for pleasure, which is innocent, but not a few read from habit, and I suppose that is neither innocent nor praiseworthy. Of that lamentable company...

Habit: The shackles of the free.

Needing something is not the same thing as being interested in the thing itself.

Every day I ran to that book like it was a bottle of whiskey and crawled inside because it was a world that I had at least some control over, and slowly, in time, it...

Be careful not to appear obsessively intellectual. When intelligence fills up, it overflows a parody.

Love is the best drug, bar none.

I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the...

Our hearts will be broken a thousand times over, but who is to say that our hearts were ever perfect to begin with? Maybe they can withstand a few cracks. After all, the way that...

Amy [Winehouse] changed pop music forever, I remember knowing there was hope, and feeling not alone because of her. She lived jazz, she lived the blues.

addiction is an insidious disease that’s always lurking nearby like a snake ready to strike.

The ads are maybe not the best thing to discourage people (from smoking). If I have an addiction, why would I like look at something that reminds me I’m going to die?

And finallythe glass that contains and spills this stuff continuallywhile the drinker hunches before it, while the bartender gathersup empties, gives back the drinker’s own face. Who knows what it looks like;who cares whether or...

There is no external solution to the problem of insecurity.

You know you are a human when a beautiful image appearing on television/computer/smartphone/tab screen appears more alive than a living being.Basically, we are stupid.

I never met an addict who came from a nice home . I’ve met addicts that came from families that had money and nice houses. But never from a nice home.

This human need for mysticism – surrender to an unknown truth, union – stands at the helm of all romantic feeling. It is, in essence, the same intimacy known in a mother’s arms; in those...

those people”–the ones we don’t trust, the ones we pity, the ones we don’t let our kids play with, the ones bad things happen to, the ones we don’t want living next door.

Turning an experience about to observe it, results in a lessening of the experience directly proportional to the amount of observation. To think about it is, to some degree, to stop the pleasure, to stop...

I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?

Think about the stigma that is attached to the idea that alcoholism is a disease, an incurable illness, and you have it. That’s a terrible thing to inflict on someone. Labeling alcoholism as a disease,...

I have a thing about duck, … It’s a culinary addiction — when we eat out, my ‘I’ll have the duck’ is so commonplace that my wife doesn’t even bother to roll her eyes anymore.

Sometimes Love can mean and addiction for hurt.

All sin tends to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is what is called damnation

I dye my jeans jet black once a week, but they never seem dark enough. I bleach my hair bright white twice a month but it never seems light enough. I drink two and a...

Addicts don’t like when you tell them they are all the same. Of course not. Who would? But to me, addicts are like actresses, who all audition for the same role in a horror movie....

We’re all princes and princesses, at 5, 50, or 100! It’s never too late, we’re never too old to rock the world and contribute! Reaching for intimacy in all relationships? Delicious.

But I’m not a saint yet. I’m an alcoholic. I’m a drug addict. I’m homosexual. I’m a genius.

Reality is just a crutch for people who can’t handle drugs.

Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction.

Friends with benefits? More than friends? Don’t sample the goodies unless you’re willing to risk addiction and withdrawal.

A lot of people who find out about the things I do immediately figure I’m just a pathetic “druggie” with nothing to say that is worth hearing. They talk endless bull shit of “recovery!” They...

I used to think a drug addict was someone who lived on the far edges of society. Wild-eyed, shaven-headed and living in a filthy squat.That was until I became one…

The Internet is like alcohol in some sense. It accentuates what you would do anyway. If you want to be a loner, you can be more alone. If you want to connect, it makes it...

No one wants to admit we’re addicted to music. That’s just not possible. No one’s addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume....