Shoot the pasties off the nipples of a ten-foot bull-dyke and win a cotton-candy goat. — Hunter S. Thompson

"Even a goddamn were-wolf is entitled to legal counsel..."

After West Point and the Priesthood, LSD must have seemed entirely logical to him...

I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger: A man on the move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.