William Burroughs

“I’m not queer,” he thought. “I’m disembodied.”

Lee walked on, thinking, “What can I do? Take them back to my hotel? They are willing enough. For a few sucres …” He felt a killing hate for the stupid, ordinary, disapproving people who kept him from doing what he wanted to do. “Someday I am going to have things just like I want,” he said to himself. “And if any moralizing son of a bitch gives me any static, they will fish him out of the river.”

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

1 Never give anything for nothing.
2 Never give more than you have to give (always catch the buyer hungry and always make him wait).
3 Always take everything back if you possibly can.

Every addict has his own special symptom that cracks all control.

"This may not be the best of all possible universes but it may well prove to be one of the simplest."

The razor belonged to a man named Ockham and he was not a scar collector.

Paregoric Babes of the World Unite. We have nothing to lose but Our Pushers. And THEY are NOT NECESSARY.

I am a ghost wanting what every ghost wants --a body --after the Long Time moving through odorless alleys of space where no life is only the colorless no smell of death

flesh that fades at the first silent touch of junk

The blond God has fallen to untouchable vileness.