1960s

Allen Ginsberg

America

beauty

beer

Big Sur

Bill Clinton

Chicago

child

closed society

crack (drug)

drugs

eccentricity

editing

fear

fiction

freedom

goal

gonzo journalism

good news

graffiti

great man

Hell's Angels

Houston

Hubert Humphrey

human

humor

insane

insanity

journalism

Kentucky Derby

Las Vegas

life

luck

marathon

March

March Madness

mescaline

motorcycle

music

night

night owl

Objective journalism

one-iron

outlaw

paranoia

pleasure

political power

politics

rape

reality

Richard Nixon

sacrifice

San Francisco

sane

Saturday night

sense of humor

success

television

triumph

voting

warning

Watergate

work

working late

writing

nationality

American

occupation / innovator as

journalist

cause of death

suicide

innovator in the field of

new journalism

stream of consciousness

novelist

reporter

essayist

autobiographer

screenwriter

politician

photographer

is a time of extreme reality --- one cannot help but miss the smell of tear gas, the fear of getting beaten.

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

is a man they called a monster, but he was only falling in love.

I was once arrested with [Allen] Ginsburg. He was a big help to me. He was one of the few people who read unknown writer's work. Maybe he was just hustling me. He liked to flirt, Allen. They called him a monster but he was only falling in love.

is one of the few people who read unknown writer's work.

is 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.

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

is a society in which everybody's guilty and the only crime is getting caught.

In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

is an extraordinarily good deal. A cap of good acid costs five dollars and for that you can hear the universal symphony with God singing solo and the holy ghost on drums.

A cap of good acid costs five dollars and for that you can hear the Universal Symphony with God singing solo and the Holy Ghost on drums.

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is always eccentric --- you won’t find reasonable men on the tops of tall mountains.

You won’t find reasonable men on the tops of tall mountains.

(of Hubert Humphrey) A brain-damaged old vulture

is a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world of misfits and drunkards and failures.

Journalism is a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world of misfits and drunkards and failures.

is a natural place to take refuge in if you're not selling novels.

Journalism is a natural place to take refuge in if you're not selling novels

is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.

journalism is nothing more than 'a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.

is, for a loser, the meanest town on earth.

is the art of controlling your environment.

Politics is the art of controlling your environment. Hunter S. Thompson

is A monument to all the rancid genes and broken chromosomes that corrupt the possibilities of the American Dream.

A monument to all the rancid genes and broken chromosomes that corrupt the possibilities of the American Dream.

is so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning.

President Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning.

is a foul caricature of himself, a man with no soul, no inner convictions, with the integrity of a hyena and the style of a poison toad.

He was a foul caricature of himself, a man with no soul, no inner convictions, with the integrity of a hyena and the style of a poison toad.

is where civilization ends. It ends at the waterline, and beyond that, we all enter the food chain, and not always right at the top.

It was the Law of the Sea, they said. Civilization ends at the waterline. Beyond that, we all enter the food chain, and not always right at the top. Hunter S. Thompson

is a cruel and shallow money trench of a business, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs.

The TV business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs.

is an incident whose slow-rising central horror is not the impeachment of a vengeful thug of a president, but that we might somehow fail to learn something from it.

The slow-rising central horror of "Watergate" is not that it might grind down to the reluctant impeachment of a vengeful thug of a president whose entire political career has been a monument to the same kind of cheap shots and treachery he finally got nailed for, but that we might somehow fail to learn something from it.

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