Hunter S. Thompson

I knew a Buddhist once, and I've hated myself ever since. The whole thing was a failure.

"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.

Paranoia is just another word for ignorance.

There is at this moment a beetle the size of god's ass on the table about six inches from the t-writer. It is worse than anything Kafka ever dreamed, so big I can see its eyes and the hair on its legs — jesus, suddenly it leaped off and now circles me with a menacing whir.

Events of the past two years have virtually decreed that I shall wrestle with the literary muse for the rest of my days. And so, having tasted the poverty of one end of the scale, I have no choice but to direct my energies toward the acquisition of fame and fortune. Frankly, I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left me.

"What do you want? Where's the goddamn ice I ordered? Where's the booze? There's a war on, man! People are being killed!"

"Killed?” He almost whispered the word.

“In Vietnam!” I yelled. “On the goddamn television!"

“Oh...yes...yes,” he said. “This terrible war. When will it end?"

“Tell me,” I said quietly. “What do you want?"

A man has to BE something; he has to matter.

I may sound a little black, but I'm really pretty well adjusted.

You'd be surprised at the things people will do in order to get their names or pictures in the paper.

A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.