Explore Quotes by Hunter S. Thompson

The Sixties were an era of extreme reality. I miss the smell of tear gas. I miss the fear of getting beaten.

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.

Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.

Sex, drugs, and insanity have always worked for me, but I wouldn't recommend them for everyone.

Writing is the flip side of sex - it's good only when it's over.

There is no story unless you've written it.

It is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it.

Fiction is a bridge to the truth that journalism can't reach.

It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat sh** and die.

A man can live on his wits and his balls for only so long.

Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.

Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.

In a nation ruled by swine, all pigs are upward mobile.

They don't hardly make 'em like him any more - but just to be on the safe side, he should be castrated anyway.

I have always loved marijuana. It has been a source of joy and comfort to me for many years. And I still think of it as a basic staple of life, along with beer and ice and grapefruits - and millions of Americans agree with me.

Cover a war in a place where you can't drink beer or talk to a woman? Hell no!

There is an ancient Celtic axiom that says 'Good people drink good beer.' Which is true, then as now. Just look around you in any public barroom and you will quickly see: Bad people drink bad beer. Think about it.

Those of us that had been up all night were in no mood for coffee and donuts, we wanted strong drink. We were, after all, the cream of the national sporting press.

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 chilies , 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.

Get out of control, but appear under control. It?s not bad to alarm other people, though ? it?s good for them.

Call on God, but row away from the rocks.