Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism.

A good addiction is a contradiction in terms. Anything people can’t give up or must have is not healthy, no matter what the activity.

Addiction is not something we can simply take care of by applying the proper remedy, for it is in the very nature of addiction to feed on our attempts to master it..

Addiction — When you can give up something any time, as long as it’s next Tuesday.

At every stage, addiction is driven by one of the most powerful, mysterious, and vital forces of human existence. What drives addiction is longing–a longing not just of brain, belly, or loins but finally of the heart.

Every addiction is a good thing gone bad–desire gone awry.

Because they are human beings, addicts long for wholeness, for fulfillment, and for the final good that believers call God. Like all idolatries, addiction taps this vital spiritual force and draws off its energies to objects and processes that drain the addict instead of fulfilling him.

Addiction is a disease of the soul, a bizarre form of unintended idolatry where God is replaced by the bottle, the drug, the person, the work, the cash, the religion, food–too much or too little–and sex.

I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He’s taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.

I don’t have an addiction. I’m fixing it before it becomes one. I’m aware. I’m oblivious. I’m angry. I’m scared. I’m sad. I’m hopeless. I’m angry–so f***ing angry. I hate the world. The world is f***ed. The solution is clear: inhale, inject, swallow, sniff.