the drugs they use to control my pain and mood sometimes make me see things.
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay
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Consider also:
- Sex and Drugs
- “We do not whine about pain and loss! It is a gift. Burn your hand and understand fire, child! You don’t learn about the frost by asking for its name. You give it a finger…a toe. Hmm?”
- “Hey, how are you doing?” San Francisco-gracious, the noblesse oblige of those totally wiped out on drugs
- “Up rears the pillar. Quaintly shaped and hued, It focussed all the sky and all the plain To its own ugliness. I looked again, And saw its magic in another mood. A shapeless truth took image in my brain.”
- Michael Moorcock: Fiction, Fantasy and the World’s Pain