American Horror Story, Season 5: Hotel

John Lowe:
I can't help but wonder how come--

Hypodermic Sally:
How come a girl like me ends up with tracks in her arms living in this dump?

John Lowe:
That's one way to put it.

Hypodermic Sally:
Patti Smith said that my poems were like glass shattering. I wrote a song with her. And then she wrote me off.

John Lowe:
Why? 'Cause of the smack?

Hypodermic Sally:
Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. Pure light. The perfection of it all. Even in me. Then I got lost. Kept trying to climb higher. Get closer to that light. Like an endless ladder where all you do is get further and further away. There's a part of you that wants to get lost, am I right? Climb that ladder.