Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

Any failure of this magnitude is a shared experience, like it or not.

I take no pleasure in being Right in my dark predictions about the fate of our military intervention in the heart of the Muslim world.

“It kills the very brave and the very good and the very gentle indiscriminately. If you are none of these, it will kill you too. But there will be no special hurry.” —Ernest Hemingway

In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.

God's mercy on you degenerate swine.

The highways are crowded with people who drive as if their sole purpose in getting behind the wheel is to avenge every wrong done them by man, beast or fate.

“The tragedy of life is often not in our failure, but rather in our complacency; not in our doing too much, but rather in our doing too little; not in our living above our ability, but rather in our living below our capacities.” -Benjamin E. Mays

I’m getting a little tired of writing articles that everybody praises and nobody prints. “Tired” ain’t really the word. I think “dead” is more like it.

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.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

It seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; 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?

They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.

For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a tread-mill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death.

It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must be laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death.

Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed.

It’s clear to me—and has been since the age of 10 or so—that most people are bastards, thieves and yes—even pigfuckers.