Quotes from Hunter S. Thompson

We are going to Court, Andrew. We are champions! We will crush them like cheap roaches! TODAY'S PIG IS TOMORROW'S BACON!

Psychedelics are almost irrelevant in a town where you can wander into a casino any time of the day or night and witness the crucifixion of a gorilla - on a flaming neon cross that suddenly turns into a pinwheel, spinning the beast around in wild circles above the crowded gambling action.

Hallucinations are bad enough. But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth.

On some nights Fate will pick you up like a chicken and slam you around on the walls until your body feels like a beanbag. . . . BOOM! BLOOD! DEATH! So long, Bubba--You knew it would End like this. . . .

666 Pennsylvania Ave. "Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six." —Revelation 13:18

With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a contradiction in terms.

Once I broke him out of jail, as it were, I would be responsible for him until my lawyers took over.

Kill?' I realized I could never properly explain that word to this creature toiling here in its garden. Had it ever eaten meat? Could it conjugate the verb 'hunt?

Finding meaning in life is not about looking for a specific goal. That is a fruitless path. It is about seeking a life path that is the right one for you. Decide on the way you desire to live and do all you can to create that life. Only you can define what pathway is best for you and make choices in that direction. That being said, everything is possible, once you strive towards it.

Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception.

But in a society with no central motivation, so far adrift and puzzled with itself that its President‡ feels called upon to appoint a Committee on National Goals, a sense of alienation is likely to be very popular—especially among people young enough to shrug off the guilt they're supposed to feel for deviating from a goal or purpose they never understood in the first place.

The idea is to show him that you were always in total control of yourself and your vehicle—while he lost control of everything.

The rhythm of the weekend was picking up Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a huge beer delivery, the rending of metal, greedy laughter and a rumble of excitement when Sonny told what had happened at Williams' store.

The mayor spoke in a very exotic way. It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.

I stared at him, keeping a firm grip on the radio. Not me, I said finally. I'd be happy to ram a goddamn 440-volt cattle prod into that tub with you right now, but not this radio. It would blast you right through the wall-stone-dead in ten seconds. I laughed. Shit, they'd make me explain it-drag me down to some rotten coroner's inquest and grill me about...yes...the exact details. I don't need that. Bullshit! he screamed. Just tell them I wanted to get HIGHER!

Att'y: Are your eyes blue or green? Waitress: Pardon? Att'y: Blue or green? Waitress: They change. Att'y: Like a lizard? Waitress: Like a cat. Att'y: Oh, the lizard changes the color of his skin … Waitress: Want anything to drink? Att'y: Beer. And I have beer in the car. Tons of it. The whole back seat's full of it. Duke: I don't like mixing coconuts up with beer and hamburgers.

It is bad business to go into War without a target.

So I know what I'm talking about when I say most "journalists" are lying shitheads. I never knew a reporter who could even say the word "corrupt" without pissing in his pants from pure guilt.

Dans une société bloquée où tout le monde est coupable, le seul crime est de se faire prendre. Dans un univers de voleurs, le seul péché défintif est la stupidité.

Admittedly, the ride can be pleasant if you don't mind the rhythmic repetition of a never-ending Maypole dance. If I came home now, I'd hit the merry-go-round at one of the annual, frenzied peaks. And, like so many others, I could forget the existence of anything but the ride: sleep-walking through the low spots, and always looking toward the next peak.

Everybody has the same chance but you need to be rich...

Unless I weaken—and I might—I think I'll be sure I can fly before I return to the nest. It should be interesting Ã¢â'¬Â¦ if nothing else.

Getting barred from the White House is like being blackballed at the Playboy Club. There are definite advantages to having your name on the Ugly List in places like that.

But the fact that Segarra was exercising some sinister control over me began to get on my nerves. Whatever he might have denied me was unimportant, it was the fact that he could deny me anything at all, even what I didn't want.