I was never trying, necessarily, to be an outlaw. It was just the place in which I found myself.
HUNTER S. THOMPSONAnything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.
More Hunter S. Thompson Quotes
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For a loser, Vegas is the meanest town on earth.
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The mind of America is seized by a fatal dry rot – and it’s only a question of time before all that the mind controls will run amuck in a frenzy of stupid, impotent fear.
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I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
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There are always risks in challenging excessive police power, but the risks of not challenging it are more dangerous, even fatal.
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I never knew where I was going, but I ripped the tits off of everything that got in my way. By the time they figured me out, it was too late.
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I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
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Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why.
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Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.
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It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.
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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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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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Writing is the flip side of sex – it’s good only when it’s over.
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Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life.
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The most important thing a writer can have [is] the ability to live with the constant loneliness and a strong sense of revulsion for the banalities of everyday socializing.
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Ah, lives there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said As he hunched and rolled in his comfortable bed: To hell with the rent . . . I’ll drink instead!
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