We must have football. What would this country be without football in October? — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
October is the cruelest month of any election year, but by then, the pain is so great that even the strong are like jelly and time has lost all meaning for anybody still involved in a political campaign. By that… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
“There was also the fact that sending a penniless writer to get $135 worth of beer was — as Khrushchev said of Nixon —… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
“Cases of champagne and scotch lay broken in the street, and everyone I saw had a bottle. They were screaming and dancing, and in… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
By disgracing and degrading the presidency of the United States, by fleeing the White House like a diseased cur, Richard Nixon broke the heart… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
No one holds command over me. No man. No god. No Prince. What is a claim of age for ones who are immortal? What… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
“The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb grey hairs” — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain. — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
If we get chased out of Iraq with our tail between our legs, that will be the fifth consecutive Third-world country with no hint… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
At age 22 I set what I insist is an all-time record for distance hitchhiking in Bermuda shorts: 3,700 miles in three weeks. — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
Paranoia is just another mask for ignorance. The truth, when you finally chase it down is almost always far worse than your darkest visions… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
“No doubt they all Got What Was Coming To Them. All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create...a generation of permanent cripples failed… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share
“For several months they'd been drifting toward political involvement, but the picture was hazy and one of the most confusing elements was their geographical proximity to Berkeley, the citadel of West Coast radicalism. Berkeley is right next door to Oakland, with nothing between them but a line on the map and a few street signs, but in many ways they… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share
