Hunter S. Thompson
Hunter S. Thompson was an American journalist and author, known for pioneering the Gonzo journalism movement, which blends fact and fiction. Born in 1937, his most famous work, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," captures his unique style of immersive, first-person narratives. Thompson's provocative writing and rebellious spirit have left a lasting impact on both journalism and literature, cementing his status as a cultural icon.
Book summaries for books written by Hunter S. Thompson
Quotes
We had two bag of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls... Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.
As your attorney, I advise you to take a hit out of the little brown bottle in my shaving kit.
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
He had that sense, or instinct, or whatever it was, of what the ground was going to do next.
The edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.
We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave... So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
Let us not forget the rampant rumors of weirder things... relayed in coy whispers... stoned gibberish that was my stock in trade. Afterall, bad craziness has its limits.
The possibility of physical and mental collapse is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
A drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to handle this trip.
I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger... a Man on the Move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.
You better take care of me, Lord. If you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.