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  • #1
    Augusten Burroughs
    “I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stunned by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.”
    Augusten Burroughs

  • #2
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “In San Francisco - life goes on. Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain. The sound of music floats down a dark street. A young girl looks out a window and wishes she were married. A drunk sleeps under a bridge. It is tomorrow.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

  • #3
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967

  • #4
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”
    Hunter S. Thompson

  • #5
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

  • #6
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman

  • #7
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “It never got weird enough for me.”
    Hunter S. Thompson

  • #8
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “I was not proud of what I had learned but I never doubted that it was worth knowing.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

  • #9
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name.

    Remembered line from a long-
    forgotten poem”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga

  • #10
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80's

  • #11
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

  • #12
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Yesterday's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Curse of Lono

  • #13
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga

  • #14
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “It was one of those fine little love stories that can make you smile in your sleep at night.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-Crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century

  • #15
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

  • #16
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “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.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

  • #17
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors.”
    Hunter S. Thompson

  • #18
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Buy the ticket, take the ride.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

  • #19
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don’t have much faith in them and I am no exception – especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far to relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they’re scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

  • #20
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Faster, Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.”
    Hunter S. Thompson

  • #21
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Who knows? 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 — a clean well lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing... And being driven slowly and quietly into the kind of terminal craziness that comes with finally understanding that the one thing you want is not there. Missing. Back-ordered. No tengo. Vaya con dios. Grow up! Small is better. Take what you can get...”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80's

  • #22
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks...”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

  • #23
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “and the sad notes floated out to the
    patio and hung in the trees like birds too tired to fly”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

  • #24
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “He had come so far from himself that I don't
    think he knew who he was anymore.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

  • #25
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “With the palms zipping past and the big sun burning down on the road ahead, I had a flash of something I hadn’t felt since my first months in Europe - a mixture of ignorance and a loose, “what the hell” kind of confidence that comes on a man when the wind picks up and he begins to move in a hard straight line toward an unknown horizon.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary

  • #26
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.”
    Hunter S. Thompson

  • #27
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

  • #28
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “I will fight for your right to be weird- just as I know you will fight for mine.”
    Hunter S. Thompson

  • #29
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.”
    Hunter S. Thompson

  • #30
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “A cap of good acid costs five dollars and for that you can hear the Universal Symphony with God singing solo and Holy Ghost on drums.”
    Hunter S. Thompson
    tags: humor



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