It never got weird enough for me.
Hunter S. Thompson (via aixxerona)
When a man gives up drugs he wants big fires in his life - all night long, every night, huge fires in the fireplace and the volume turned all the way up.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing On the Campaign Trail ‘72 (via flower-cum)
America: just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.
Hunter S. Thompson (via theredsun)
Weird behavior is natural in smart children, just as curiosity is to a kitten.
Hunter S. Thompson
Kingdom of Fear
Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.
Hunter S. Thompson (via reeladdict)
Once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via halfnasty)
A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.
Hunter S. Thompson (via thefearsarepapertigers)
In this nightmare I am an ass… but I have everybody fooled. These nightmare people think I’m a “nice young man” who’s come to settle in their community and make it a home. They call me “Mr. Thompson” and “sir” and insist I attend Lion’s Club meetings, become an Elk, and join a bowling team. They invite me to their homes for dinner and tell me that the only thing wrong with America is the fact that we’ve given all our money to foreigners.
Hunter S. Thompson - The Proud Highway
His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? Has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar?
Hunter S. Thompson, Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
They seemed a little stunned at the idea that some straight-looking writer for a New York literary magazine would actually track them down to some obscure transmission shop in the industrial slums of south San Francisco. They were a bit off balance at first, but after 50 or 60 beers, we found a common ground, as it were…..Crazies always recognize each other.
Hunter S. Thompson on the Hells Angles, “The Playboy Interview” November 1974 (via thisgoldmineisgutted)