Quotes About Hunter

My dream dinner party guests would be Ethel Kennedy, Truman Capote and Hunter S. Thompson.

Death is not a Hunter's delight. Too final.

The hunter, as Theodore Roosevelt defined him, a man who fights for the integrity of both his prey and the land that sustained it, is being too often overwhelmed by men concerned mostly with playing dress up and shooting guns.

The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.

With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.

I've always considered writing the most hateful kind of work. I suspect it's a bit like fucking, which is only fun for amateurs. Old whores don't do much giggling.

No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.

One of them is knowing the difference between Morality and Wisdom. Morality is temporary, Wisdom is permanent… Ho ho. Take that one to bed with you tonight.

The brutal reality of politics would be probably intolerable without drugs.

God's mercy on you degenerate swine.

The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life

rain is acid... sex is death....

The point is valid: the difference between survival and wipe-out in a physical crisis is nearly always a matter of conditioned reflexes.

The line between madness and masochism was already hazy;

I suspect we could have done the whole thing on acid … except for some of the people; there were faces and bodies in that group who would have been absolutely unendurable on acid.

Hey, honkies!" my attorney screamed. "Goddamnit, I'm serious! I want to sell you some pure fuckin' smack!

I had a soft spot in my heart for Ronald Regan, if only because he was a sportswriter in his youth, and also because his wife gave the best head in Hollywood.

I feel The Fear coming on, and the only cure for that is to chew up a fat black wad of blood-opium about the size of a young meatball and then call a cab for a fast run down to that strip of X-film houses on 14th Street… peel back the brain, let the opium take hold, and get locked into serious pornography.

They command a fascination, however reluctant, that borders on psychic masturbation.

Don't say that," I snapped. "We are innocent men! We are working within the system . . . and besides, I think I have some good crank outside in the car.

Whatever else might be said about Nixon—and there is still serious doubt in my mind that he could pass for Human—he is a goddamn stone fanatic on every facet of pro football.

It was an educated fear of the coming shit-rain

Justice is not cheap in this country, and people who insist on it are usually either desperate or possessed by some private determination bordering on monomania

As your attorney, I advise you to tell me where you put the goddamn mescaline.