God’s mercy on you degenerate swine.
HUNTER S. THOMPSONIt was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.
More Hunter S. Thompson Quotes
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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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All the blood is drained out of democracy – it dies – when only half the population votes.
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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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Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.
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Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.
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I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me.
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On some days you get what you want, and on others, you get what you need.
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Liberalism itself has failed, and for a pretty good reason. It has been too often compromised by the people who represented it.
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On some nights, I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.
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The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.
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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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It is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it.
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If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix.
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Avoid being seized by the police. The cops are not your friends. Don’t tell them anything.
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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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