"Better than sex, Rents. Better than sex. The ultimate hit. I'm a fuckin' adult, I can find out for myself. Well, I'm finding out, alright..."
— Tommy, Trainspotting
At first, you tried to remain in control: you drew the line at doing anything that wasn't organic, then you refused to snort anything, then you told yourself it was alright as long as you didn't shoot up. One by one, you broke all your rules and threw yourself into the chemical world that made the real one seem like a bad movie.
— The Head, Vampire: The Masquerade — Clanbook: Toreador (Revised)
"Maria Kenyon, age 32; B.A. cum laude in business administration from Columbia in 1991. Last employed at Searles International — middle management, excellent prospects, hard worker. Very hard worker. Began using cocaine in 1994. You wanted an edge, I assume, something to help you going through those eighteen-hour workdays. Work becomes erratic in 1998... I presume that's when you switched to methedrine... vial of crystal meth found in desk in September of that year, fired to avoid scandal... and a year later, you're working for Mr. Hayes, a position you held for the last five years. Actually, many positions, I expect. Some fairly acrobatic."
— Ren, Vampire: The Masquerade — Clanbook: Followers of Set
"See, it's like eating chilies. You acclimatize fast. First time you had a jalapeño, bet you spat it out, too hot. But persevere, and it becomes addictive. Soon, a jalapeño's not enough. You work your way up: red-hot chilies, bird's-eye chilies, 'til you get to them Scotch Bonnet devils. Dawson's craving was just the same. Before you know it, he's hanging around the ER just waiting for a juicy accident victim to latch onto. All he can think about is that next hit gnawing away up there. 'Give it back, give it back to me, I gotta have it back...'"
— Rolo Haynes, Black Mirror, "Black Museum"
"A new romance blooms. Dr. Klein, the ever-studious, sits with the mummies in the dusty dark, studying a black fluid he calls the Filth. It has gone by names he is not cognizant of — the Devouring Plague, the Zero Point Pathogen, the Blackworm Jism. Daily he microdoses the ebony liquid, at first via syringe, but soon he holds the droplets in his hand, cooing until it slithers up his nose with a lusty slurp. It pierces his brain, stirs his grey. The soup! The soup!"
— The Buzzing, The Secret World
The light has enfeebled you. It's raising terrible lesions on your skin. You can't survive much more of this. But oh, the Sun, the Sun...
"I used ta do a little but a little wouldn't do it
so the little got more and more
I just keep tryn' ta to get a little better
Said a little better than before"
—Guns N' Roses "Mr Brownstone"
Cocaine on countertops, separatin' lines
Every time she do it, she say this her last time
Chasin' that high from the very first time
Back in her dorm room in 2009
Never thought this relationship would come this far
Rolled singles in her nose, on plates, sniffin' hard
In nightclub stalls, her and her friends sniff it all
Never sleepin', random dude's apartment, missed calls
Every time she do it, she say this her last time
Chasin' that high from the very first time
Back in her dorm room in 2009
Never thought this relationship would come this far
Rolled singles in her nose, on plates, sniffin' hard
In nightclub stalls, her and her friends sniff it all
Never sleepin', random dude's apartment, missed calls
— Danny Brown, "Nosebleeds"
