How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection.

— Hunter S. Thompson

How many more nights and weird mornings can this terrible shit go on? How long can the body and the brain tolerate this doom-struck craziness? This grinding of teeth, this pouring of sweat, this pounding of blood in the temples… small blue veins gone amok in front of the ears, sixty and seventy hours with no sleep.

— Hunter S. Thompson

How many more of these stinking, double-downer sideshows will we have to go through before we can get ourselves straight enough to put together some kind of national election that will give me and the at least 20 million people I tend to agree with a chance to vote FOR something, instead of always being faced with that old familiar choice between the lesser of two evils?

— Hunter S. Thompson

Hubert Humphrey is a treacherous, gutless old cartwheeler who should be put in a goddamn bottle and sent out with the Japanese current.

— Hunter S. Thompson

I am a child of the American Century, and I feel a genetic commitment to understanding why it happened, and why I take it so personally.

— Hunter S. Thompson

I am a confused Musician who got sidetracked into this goddamn Word business for so long that I never got back to music - except maybe when I find myself oddly alone in a quiet room with only a typewriter to strum on and a yen to write a song. Who knows why? Maybe I just feel like singing - so I type. These quick electric keys are my Instrument, my harp, my RCA glass-tube microphone, and my fine soprano saxophone all at once. That is my music, for good or ill, and on some nights it will make me feel like a god. Vein, Vida, Vice... That is when the fun starts...

— Hunter S. Thompson

I am a generous man, by nature, and far more trusting than I should be. Indeed. The real world is risky territory for people with generosity of spirit. Beware.

— Hunter S. Thompson

I drink much less than most people think, and I think much more than most people would believe.

— Hunter S. Thompson

I felt a little guilty about jangling the poor bugger's brains with that evil fantasy. But what the hell? Anybody who wanders around the world saying, "Hell yes, I'm from Texas," deserves whatever happens to him.

— Hunter S. Thompson

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.

— Hunter S. Thompson