It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.
HUNTER S. THOMPSONFiction is a bridge to the truth that journalism can’t reach.
More Hunter S. Thompson Quotes
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Anything worth doing is worth doing well.
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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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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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As your attorney, it is my duty to inform you that it is not important that you understand what I’m doing or why you’re paying me so much money. What’s important is that you continue to do so.
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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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The pleasure is in the path, the search for something good.
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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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Some may never live, but the crazy never die.
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Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life.
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Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why.
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For a loser, Vegas is the meanest town on earth.
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There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.
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It was one of those fine little love stories that can make you smile in your sleep at night.
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On some days you get what you want, and on others, you get what you need.
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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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