If you weren't surprised by your life you wouldn't be alive. Life is surprise.

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

The only way I like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window.

The word is now a virus.

I started to write in about 1950; I was thirty-five at the time; there didn't seem to be any strong motivation. I simply was endeavoring to put down in a more or less straightforward journalistic style something about my experiences with addiction and addicts.

People have nothing to say, but they are afraid of saying nothing, so what they do say comes out flat and vapid and meaningless. The shadow of death is on every face.

The beautiful disease and The government falls along the weed rooms flesh along the weed government.