In this country, don't forget, a habit is no damn private hell. There's no solitary confinement outside of jail. A habit is hell for those you love. And in this country it's the worst kind of hell for those who love you.
A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.
Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on.
Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain.
All dope can do for you is kill you . . . the long hard way. And it can kill the people you love right along with you.