Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

We are living in dangerously weird times now. Smart people just shrug and admit they're dazed and confused. The only ones left with any confidence at all are the New Dumb.

I haven't found a drug yet that can get you anywhere near as high as a sitting at a desk writing, trying to imagine a story no matter how bizarre it is, or going out and getting into the weirdness of reality and doing a little time on the Proud Highway.

As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I'm not sure that I'm going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says 'you are nothing', I will be a writer.

I could barely hear the radio … slumped over on the far side of the seat, grappling with a tape recorder turned all the way up on “Sympathy for the Devil.” That was the only tape we had, so we played it constantly, over and over, as a kind of demented counterpoint to the radio.…

One toke? You poor fool! Wait till you see those goddamn bats.

“Man, this is the way to travel,” said my attorney. He leaned over to turn the volume up on the radio, humming along with the rhythm section and kind of moaning the words: “One toke over the line, Sweet Jesus … One toke over the line …”

Happy Birthday Hunter. We love you, wherever you are NOW.

Too weird to live, too rare to die.

"He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man" -Dr. Johnson

These things happen. One day you run everything, and the next day you run like a dog.

Revenge is one of the few things in politics that never gets lost in the mail or written off for a dime on the dollar like losers' campaign debts or pledges to help the Poor.

I enjoy drugs. The only trouble they’ve given me is the people who try to keep me from using them. Res Ipsa Loquitur.