Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.

After what I've been through, I'd rather die than take drugs again.

I say 'no' to drugs. Whenever someone asks me for some of my drugs
I say, 'no.

That'll never be me, cause I'm leaving the past, like an abused wife with the kids, leaving yo' ass, like a drug addict, clean and sober, leaving the stash, unbreakable Technique, leaving the plane crash

I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.

They say he was born in Scranton, but he left, he left. He abandoned you.

And the fact is that millions of opiates addicts having given up their habit without medical assistance.

Laney felt the pills he'd taken, the ones that were supposed to cushion the jet lag, drop out from under him like some kind of rotten pharmacological scaffolding.

As I’ve said before, no wonder we think God has abandoned us; we’ve abandoned ourselves.

Everything I sought in life I abandoned for the sake of the search. I'm like one who absentmindedly looks for he doesn't know what, having forgotten it in his dreaming as the search got under way.

I'm sick. It's passed down through my family. I am an addict. I'm sick.

I passed on the cocaine,
Said bye-bye to my methadone.
Put down the bottle for one more day.
Backing off of my Tobacco Jones.
Still I feel like a hopeless junkie,
Like a man who can't say no.
I look back and there's that monkey;
Rascal won't let go.

All four of them have completely abandoned one another.

I stopped taking drugs when I realized that pot smelled bad and LSD trips were becoming like TV reruns. I had had enough inner journeys — I felt I knew myself well enough, thank you.