Never fire a warning shot. It is a waste of ammunition.
HUNTER S. THOMPSONI was never trying, necessarily, to be an outlaw. It was just the place in which I found myself.
More Hunter S. Thompson Quotes
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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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These things happen. One day you run everything, and the next day you run like a dog.
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I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.
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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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Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.
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I am surprised and embarrassed to be a part of the first American generation to leave the country in far worse shape than it was when we first came into it.
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God’s mercy on you degenerate swine.
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Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.
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As long as I’m learning something, I figure I’m OK – it’s a decent day.
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All we have to do is get out and vote, while it’s still legal, and we will wash those crooked warmongers out of the White House.
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Words are such a poor medium when you really want someone to feel something.
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Some may never live, but the crazy never die.
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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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Wake up and ponder the future.
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With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.
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