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“One of the questions I have been asked many times since this story broke is this: Now that the facts are out there, what can we do? My answer, depressing and cynical as it may be, is always the same. Not much. Not now. And certainly not until the American public and its Congressional representatives regain control of the CIA and shred the curtain of secrecy that keeps us from discovering these crimes of state until its too late.
Perhaps when the government officials who presided over these outrages are safely in their crypts, and their apologists and cheerleaders are buried woth them, future historians can finally call these men to account for the miseries they caused. Even if that's all that ever happens, it will be fitting and just, because the favorable judgment of history is ultimately what they craved.”
― GaryWebb, Dark Alliance: The CIA, the Contras, and the Cocaine Explosion

“Across the board... Not junkies or freaks, but people who were just as comfortable with drugs like weed, booze, or coke as we are - and we're not weird, are we? Hell no, we're just overworked professionals who need to relax now and then, have a bit of the whoop and the giggle, right?”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Ancient Gonzo Wisdom: Interviews with Hunter S. Thompson

“From a historical point of view, restricting the availability of addictive substances must be seen as a peculiarly perverse example of Calvinist dominator thought - a system in which the sinner is to be punished in this world by being transformed into an exploitable, of his cash, by the criminal/governmental combine that provides the addicitve substances. The image is more horrifying than that of the serpent that devours itself - it is once again the Dionysian image of the mother who devours her children, the image of a house divided against itself.”
― Terence McKenna, Food of the Gods: The Search for the Original Tree of Knowledge

“Als er den letzten Schluck getrunken hatte, ging er in sein Kabinett zurück und ließ sich von dem Diener die Schildkröte nachtragen, die sich partout nicht bewegen wollte”
― Joris-Karl Huysmans, Against the Grain

“In a generation of swine, the one-eyed pig is king.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80's

“Tony Cox, still a painter and not yet married to Yoko Ono, pioneered in the use of mescaline for draft-evasion. 400 milligrams taken before his own preinduction physical prompted an angry outburstas an orderly took a stab at his arm to draw blood. Tony roared, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" and was led into the presence of a psychiatrist with whom he engaged in a protracted discussion of the merits of the New York school of abstract expressionist painting, all the while naked. Tony got his 4F classification, presumably on grounds of schizophrenia, and went on to counsel others liable to military service, using the same approach.”
― Peter G. Stafford, Psychedelics Encyclopedia

“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Complete Poems

“The only way to write honestly about the scene is to be part of it. If there is one quick truism about psychedelic drugs, it is that anyone who tries to write about them without first-expierience is a fool and a fraud.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels

“Bald sind sie allein auf der Tanzfläche, und Pierre führt seine Partnerin schon viel sicherer.
“Was haben sie mir denn da vorgemacht?” sagt Ève. “Sie tanzen doch sehr gut.”
“Das ist das erste Mal, dass man mir das sagt.”
“Sie brauchten eben mich als Tänzerin.”
“Ich glaube es fast …”
Sie sehen sich an und tanzen eine Weile schweigend.
“Sagen Sie”, fragte Pierre plötzlich, “was geht hier eigentlich vor? Vorhin dachte ich nur an meine Sorgen, und jetzt bin ich hier … Ich tanze und sehe nur Ihr Lächeln … Wenn das der Tod … wäre …”
“Das?”
“Ja. Mit Ihnen tanzen, immer, nichts sehen als Sie, alles andere vergessen …”
“Ja, und?”
“Der Tod wäre besser als das Leben. Finden sie nicht auch?”
“Halten Sie mich fester”, haucht sie.
Ihre Gesichter sind einander ganz nahe. Sie tanzen noch einen Augenblick weiter, und sie wiederholt:
“Halten sie mich fester…”
Plötzlich wird Pierres Gesicht traurig. Er hört auf zu tanzen, rückt ein wenig von Ève ab und murmelt:
“Es ist ja alles Theater. Ich habe Ihre Taille nicht einmal berührt …”
Ève begreift nun ebenfalls:
“Wahrhaftig”, sagt sie langsam, “wir tanzen jeder für sich …”
Sie bleiben voreinander stehen.
Dann streckt Pierre die Hände aus, als wolle er sie auf die Schultern der jungen Frau legen, dann zieht er sie unwillig wieder zurück:
“Mein Gott”, sagt er, “wie süß wäre es, Ihre Schultern zu berühren. Ich möchte so gerne Ihren Atem spüren, wenn Sie mich anlächeln. Aber auch das habe ich verpasst. Ich bin ihnen zu spät begegnet …”
Ève legt Pierre die Hand auf die Schulter.
Sie sieht ihn liebevoll an:
“Ich gäbe meine Seele dafür hin, einen Augenblick lang wieder zu leben und mit Ihnen zu tanzen.”
“Ihre Seele?”
“Das ist alles, was wir noch besitzen.”
Pierre nähert sich seiner Begleiterin und umfasst sie von neuem. Sie beginnen wieder zu tanzen, sehr zart, Wange an Wange, mit geschlossenen Augen.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Les jeux sont faits

“If we had met five years ago, you wouldn't have found a more staunch defender of the newspaper industry than me ... I was winning awards, getting raises, lecturing college classes, appearing on TV shows, and judging journalism contests. So how could I possibly agree with people like Noam Chomsky and Ben Bagdikian, who were claiming the system didn't work, that it was steered by powerful special interests and corporations, and existed to protect the power elite? And then I wrote some stories that made me realize how sadly misplaced my bliss had been. The reason I'd enjoyed such smooth sailing for so long hadn't been, as I'd assumed, because I was careful and diligent and good at my job ... The truth was that, in all those years, I hadn't written anything important enough to suppress ...”
― GaryWebb, Dark Alliance: The CIA, the Contras, and the Cocaine Explosion

“You don't have to drink this," I said, handing him the champagne. "But Sandy might like it".
"No,no. Come on, let's have some," he grinned, popping the cork, taking a swig from the bottle and passing it back. He [HST] rarely failed to show his appreciation of someone appreciating him, which is an admirable trait.”
― Jay Cowan

“Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drank the milk of Paradise.”
― Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan: or A Vision in a Dream

“Regular people are used to rudeness; we get it all the time, we're inured to it. The wealthy aren't; it hurts their feelings, or whatever they have in there.”
― Michael Cleverly

“Over the years, we worked on some promising projects that Hunter could do while never leaving the Farm. One was The Gonzo Book of Etiquette, a radical updating of Emily Post that would instruct modern people on such niceties as how to tell your parents that your significant other is a drug dealer; how to cope with partiers or guests who won't leave when the festivities are over; how to respond, legally and shrewdly, to various forms of police interrogation (the „What Marijuana?“ as we called it); what to wear to a wedding between a rock star and a stripper; how to explain what a Deering grinder full of coke is to your mother-in-law; how to get the car keys away from a drunk without being stranded; using guns safely around drug abusers, and so on. I don't know why he was never able to sell that concept.”
― Jay Cowan