It was a face I’d seen a thousand times at every Derby I’d ever been to. I saw it, in my head, as the mask of the whiskey gentry — a pretentious mix of booze, failed dreams and a terminal identity crisis; the inevitable result of too much inbreeding in a closed and ignorant culture.
Hunter S. Thompson, "The Kentucky Derby Is Decadent and Depraved"
It was a nice place to be lost, a silent forest of tall elm trees and moonlight and finely manicured grounds. I rolled down the windows and stepped out of the car. The sky was full of stars, and the air smelled sweet. I felt giddy. In the distance I could see a dense bright glow in the sky that was probably Manhattan, only eighteen miles away. But I felt a sense of great distance from it, like I’d wandered off the turnpike and gone straight through the Looking Glass and into a different time. I felt like Jay Gatsby, lost in some primitive forest on the fresh green breast of the New World.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing at Rolling Stone:"Polo is my Life: Fear and Loathing in Horse Country"
It will be the general philosophy of the sheriff’s office that no drug worth taking shall be sold for money. My first act as sheriff will be to install on the sheriff’s lawn a set of stocks to punish dishonest dope dealers.
Hunter S. Thompson
If you’re thinking seriously of moving west, you can do yourself a favor by forgetting all the wisdom you garnered last year, and the year before, and most certainly the years before that.
Hunter S. Thompson, "Los Angeles Pt.1: How the paradise for people became the 450-square-mile parking lot" Pageant Magazine, 1965
I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making progress. That we had taken an honest road and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I felt the life we were leading was a lost cause and that we were all actors kidding ourselves on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between those two poles. A restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other. That kept me going.
Hunter S Thompson responds to academic critique in a typically gracious fashion