Quotes from Hunter S. Thompson

I was tempted to start babbling crazily about Walter Cronkite: that he was heavy into the white slavery trade—sending agents to South Vietnam to adopt orphan girls, then shipping them back to his farm in Quebec to be lobotomized and sold into brothels up and down the Eastern seaboard….

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers … and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.

A totally befuddled voter may look at a Vote for McGovern sign and do just that.

The only thing we're concerned about is what's right for us. We got our own definition of "right.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro

The room looked like the site of some disastrous zoological experiment involving whiskey and gorillas

He never stooped to trying to sell us on stupidities about electability and realism, or the pitfalls of purity. Instead, he stared right into the flaming-hot sun of shameless lies and cynical horseshit that is our politics, and he described exactly what he saw - probably at serious cost to his own mental health, but he benefit to is was Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72.

The trick is to control them without any provocation, but outlaws are very easily provoked.

We are not a nation of truth-lovers. McGovern understands this, but he keeps on saying these terrible things anyway… and after watching him in New Hampshire for a while I found myself wondering—to a point that bordered now and then on quiet anguish—just what the hell it was about the man that left me politically numb, despite the fact that I agreed with everything he said.

Some of them carry paralytic rabies, but it is hard to know which ones.

It just more or less burns em, that's all. They hate anything that's not right for their way of living.

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas.

No, we are getting ahead of our story, and only an jackass would do that

mad drinkers and men of strange arts.

Before San Francisco he had been in Germany, teaching English and cultivating an oriental-type beard. On his way out to the coast he stopped in New York and picked up a mistress with a new Ford. It was de rigueur, in those days, to avoid marriage at all costs. He came to me through the recommendation of a friend then working in Europe for a British newspaper. "Willard is a great man," said the letter. "He is an artist and a man of taste.

My attorney put down the phone after making several calls. "There's only one place where we can get fresh salmon," he said, "and it's closed on Sunday." "Of course," I snapped. "These goddamn Jesus freaks! They're multiplying like rats!

More than ever before, they were wreathed in an aura of violent and erotic mystery Ã¢â'¬Â¦ brawling satyrs, ready to attempt congress with any living thing, and in any orifice.

Listen, madam," he snapped. "I'm damn near intolerably handsome down here where I am. You'd go crazy if I stood up!

Omnibus Safe Streets & Crime Control Act of 1968, a genuinely

For all his Caribbean clothes and his Madison Avenue manners, even with his surfside apartment and his Alfa Romeo roadster, there was so much Kansas in Sanderson that it was embarrassing to see him deny it.

We had several narrow escapes: at one point I tried to drive the Great Red Shark into the laundry room of the Landmark Hotel—but the door was too narrow, and the people inside seemed dangerously excited.

But why not float if you have no goal? That is another question. It is unquestionably better to enjoy the floating than to swim in uncertainty.

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worse fears can come true at any moment.

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