If Someone had brought me drugs, I would have taken them.

He did some drugs at university," I said. "Isn't that what it's for?

I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.

With drugs, there are some dangers. There are dimensions in which you are completely incapable, and if through some molecular disturbance you fell into one of these it is possible that you could not find your way back.

They're bringing drugs. They're bringing crime. They're rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.

Drugs were absolutely central to that experience, but they weren't essential. I only know that in retrospect. At the time I'm sure I would have said that they were.

I'm on performance enhancing drugs, so I may cause drowsiness.

Something about a river trip always seems to promote the consumption of potable drugs.

I used to do drugs, but that was way back there.

I want to let them know that the implication of taking drugs – buying things in supermarket, buying things in the grocery shop, you know, is very, very dangerous. And if intentionally, they buy anything that they know is a banned substance, eventually they are being caught, that is the end of it.”

They've been around me since day one, but so has corduroy. Know what I mean? Drugs don't create the sound - they might just change the pitch slightly. Or make you spell a word wrong.

Of course, of course. Drugs, music, a new age dawning … and you came for an old book.

There are a lotta computer languages out there doing drugs.

Drugs eh! That's the trouble; they're indiscriminate. The good memories go with the fuckin' shit you're tryin' to block out.