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“No one wears buckles anymore, and I decided to get him some real boots next winter solstice.Some sexy guy boots. Yeah.”
― Kim Harrison, Black Magic Sanction

“we got out of the car for air and suddenly both of us were stoned with joy to realize that in the darkness all around us was fragrant green grass and the smell of fresh manure and warm waters. 'We're in the South! We've left the winter!' Faint daybreak illuminated green shoots by the side of the road. I took a deep breath; a locomotive howled across the darkness, mobile-bound. So were we. I took off my shirt and exulted”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Is that you, Charlie?"
"Sam's making me a milkshake.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Understand that I will kill or die for you, Sydney. You are my everything and I have no plans on ever losing you.”
― Kitty Berry, Stoned

“There is something so sexy about a man so in control of himself and everything around him that it makes you just want to do things to him then watch as he loses control over you”
― Kitty Berry, Stoned

“I am obsessed with you, with possessing you and you fucking love it, it gets you off knowing that you have that over me, you have all the power.”
― Kitty Berry, Stoned

“Like what you feel do you? Because there is more of me that’s just as hard you know?”
― Kitty Berry, Stoned

“We laughed and laughed and passed the bong around each other taking turns to burn our lungs. The room was smokier than ever before and it was late in the afternoon when I realised I was stuck.
I was stuck to the sofa like glue. My whole body sank deeper and deeper into the material. My blood felt like liquid lead in my limbs as if lifting my arm could not be possible without a powerful crane. My mind drifted to the big cranes you see on building sites and I imagined it attempting to lift my arm as it buckled under the weight.
I closed my eyes unable to hold my eyelids open anymore. My body sank even deeper as if the sofa was melting chocolate and my body heat was melting it beneath me. It began to feel like thick treacle beneath me as if it would stick to me making it harder for me to move or get up then I felt his hand again.”
― Nicci Greene, My Story Confessions of a Temptress

“So that was our love affair. Wordless, blinkered, a nighttime thing, a dream thing. There were reasons on my side for this as well. Whatever it was that I was was best revealed slowly, in flattering light. Which meant not much light at all. Besides, that’s the way it goes in adolescence. You try things out in the dark. You get drunk or stoned and extemporize.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“Some say weed, I say Poetry!”
― paul sachudhanandam

“They sky was streaked with the marks of sundown. A jet trail glowed in the ugliest pink. My eyes felt raw. The Windowpane had twisted time so badly. The day had seemed a minute long but in that minute my life uncoiled.”
― Lynda Barry, Cruddy

“Get stoned and abandon all constructive activity”
― Timothy Leary

“Let him get stoned, since everybody must.”
― Jonathan Lethem, Dissident Gardens

“Sorry it took me so long to get back here. I went out front to smoke, and then I saw Angel's truck was unlocked and made myself a burrito with a crushed up fortune cookie inside,' said the only person they knew that would say that, carrying the little grey kitten. He pulled a wet paper fortune out of the beans. 'My burrito says 'Keep your eye on the prize'.”
― Mandy Ashcraft, Small Orange Fruit

“His head was bent on one side and he seemed lost in an opium dream, looking lovingly upon the world â€� men, animals, the carts, carriages, palanquins, all - as they passed by. Or perhaps he was looking upon nothing, for his gaze did not so much as flicker when Firangia came to a stop and greeted him.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“Hey, Serge, I just realized that 'slow up' and 'slow down' mean the same thing. That's fucked.”
― Tim Dorsey, Naked Came the Florida Man: A Novel

“They sky was streaked with the marks of sundown. A jet trail glowed in the ugliest pink. My eyes felt raw. The Windowpane had twisted time so badly. The had seemed a minute long but in that minute my life uncoiled.”
― Lynda Barry, Cruddy

“In the same way that my truck had been impounded by the police, my life had been impounded by drugs. Something else had seized control of what should’ve belonged to me. The worst part was that I’d bought into the lies by believing that drugs were ultimate. My deluded beliefs not only convinced me to accept the fact that drugs were robbing me of my life, but also to believe that was a good thing. So, I stood there with a smile on my stoned face, defending them vigorously as they pillaged me.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose