In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.
HUNTER S. THOMPSON
All the blood is drained out of democracy – it dies – when only half the population votes.
More Hunter S. Thompson Quotes
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In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.
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An outlaw can be defined as somebody who lives outside the law, beyond the law and not necessarily against it.
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Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.
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A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.
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I was never trying, necessarily, to be an outlaw. It was just the place in which I found myself.
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Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.
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The pleasure is in the path, the search for something good.
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In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone.
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I believe the Republicans have never thought that democracy was anything but a tribal myth.
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Never fire a warning shot. It is a waste of ammunition.
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I will fight for your right to be weird- just as I know you will fight for mine.
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In a closed society where everybody’s guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.
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I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone’s imagination.
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Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why.
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Good news is rare these days, and every glittering ounce of it should be cherished and hoarded and worshipped and fondled like a priceless diamond.
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Freedom, Truth, Honour, you could rattle off a hundred such words and behind every one of them would gather a thousand punks, pompous little farts, waving the banner with one hand and reaching under the table with the other.
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