Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.

But you are a different sort of girl. Not at all what I expected you to be. And this is a different sort of time. And so I am hopeful for all the things you may yet find.

That's all drugs and alcohol do, they cut off your emotions in the end

The man's emotions flowed back and forth like waves of the sea.

It's been working great. Really it's just one of those drugs you just hope they come up with.