Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
“Some people will tell you that slow is good – but I’m here to tell you that fast is better. I’ve always believed this, in spite of the trouble it’s caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba.”
— Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear
I was not proud of what I had learned but I never doubted that it was worth knowing.
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.
Loneliness is for people who can’t see themselves except through the eyes of their compatriots,…
Hunter S. Thompson (The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman) (via dr-huntersthompson
I had just come back from an incident with the police and a snowmobile when Pat Cadell called from New York, saying that he was with a bunch of New York Times reporters in a bar and they were curious to know what I thought about what Clinton had to say about marijuana—that he had tried it in college but ‘didn’t inhale.’ I was embarrassed. What do you mean ‘didn’t inhale’? What the hell do you think we smoke it for?
I said ‘Only a fool would say a thing like that. It’s just a disgrace to an entire generaion.’
My response was printed the next day in the New York Times, with a retort from James Carville that said, ‘I’m sorry the whole reputation of a generation hangs on Bill’s inability to breathe in.’