I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
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.
Never turn your back on fear. It should always be in front of you, like a thing that might have to be killed.
The highways are crowded with people who drive as if their sole purpose in getting behind the wheel is to avenge every wrong done them by man, beast or fate. The only thing that keeps them in line is their fear of death, jail and lawsuits.
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
It never got weird enough for me.
Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.
It started when I left Vegas that first time, skipping the hotel bill, driving off in that red convertible all alone, drunk and crazy, back to L.A. That's exactly what I felt. Fear and loathing.
I wouldn't recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they've always worked for me.
Old elephants limp off to the hills to die;
old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
Gonzo journalism is a style of reporting based on William Faulkner's idea that the best fiction is far more true than any kind of journalism...
Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.
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.
One of the most basic factors in sports is that winning becomes a habit, and losing is the same way. When failure starts to feel normal in your life or your work or even your darkest vices, you won't have to go looking for trouble, because trouble will find you. Count on it.
Richard Nixon was a criminally insane Monster - Bill Clinton is a black-hearted Swine of a friend.
You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.
There is nothing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge.
Richard Nixon was an evil man - evil in a way that only those who believe in the physical reality of the Devil can understand it. He was utterly without ethics or morals or any bedrock sense of decency.
If Sunday is the Lord's day, then Saturday belongs to the Devil.
It is the only night of the week when he gives out Free passes to the Late show at the Too Much Fun Club.
Football fans share a universal language that cuts across many cultures and many personality types. A serious football fan is never alone. We are legion, and football is often the only thing we have in common.
Some may never live, but the crazy never die.
Marathon running, like golf, is a game for players, not winners.
That is why Callaway sells golf clubs and Nike sells running shoes. But running is unique in that the world's best racers are on the same course, at the same time, as amateurs, who have as much chance of winning as your average weekend warrior would scoring a touchdown in the NFL.
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.
I don't think that my kind of journalism has ever been universally popular. It's lonely out here.
I am not a yachting person, by nature, but I have just enough experience on the sea under sail to feel a certain nostalgia for it when I see a big white racing yacht heeled over at cruising speed on the ocean, and I can still tie a mean bowline knot on just about anything in less than 10 seconds.
I have warned many times about the guaranteed dangers of betting with your heart instead of your head - big darkness, soon come - but every once in a while you get a fair chance to have it both ways, and the annual NCAA basketball Tournament is one of them.
As long as I'm learning something, I figure I'm OK - it's a decent day.
Paranoia is just another word for ignorance.
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.
National Observer became my road gig out of San Francisco.
I was too much for them. I would wander in on off hours drunk and obviously on drugs, asking for my messages. Essentially, they were working for me. They liked me, ,but I was the Bull in the China Shop --- The more I wrote about politics the more they realized who they had on their hands. they knew I wouldn't change and neither would they.
The first time I managed to pick up a basketball I knew I was destined to lead the UK to another National championship. ... Even now, so many years later, I still believe Kentucky will go undefeated in March & win everything.
Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel.
Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.
Remember this, folks - I am a Hillbilly, and I don't always Bet the same way I talk. Good advice is one thing, but smart gambling is quite another.
But then just days after it came out, I began to get calls and letters from all over the country saying what a fantastic breakthrough format in journalism. I thought, Jesus Christ . . . I guess I shouldn't say anything. In a way it was an almost accidental breakthrough --- a whole new style of journalism which now passes for whatever Gonzo is . . . accidental and desperation.
â€œ â€˜As things stand now, I am going to be a writer.
Iâ€™m not sure that Iâ€™m going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says â€˜you are nothing,â€™ I will be a writer.â€™â€
By any accepted standard, I have had more than nine lives.
I counted them up once, and there were 13 times I almost and maybe should have died.
The trouble with Nixon is that he's a serious politics junkie.
He's totally hooked and like any other junkie, he's a bummer to have around, especially as President.
I am a writer, a professional journalist with serious credentials in Crime, Craziness, and Politics. I have mingled with dangerous criminals and attended many trials . . . from Hell's Angels, Black Panthers and Chicano street fighters to Roxanne Pulitzer and even Richard Nixon, back in the good old days before he was run out of the White House for fraud, perjury, graft, and criminal negligence.
That was always the difference between Muhammad Ali and the rest of us.
He came, he saw, and if he didn't entirely conquer - he came as close as anybody we are likely to see in the lifetime of this doomed generation.
There might be some serious fun in politics.
I have always loved blizzards, if only because of the driving experience - which is definitely an acquired taste.
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.
I was 22 when JFK was murdered, and I will never recover from it... Never.
For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.
Nixon represents that dark, venal and incurably violent side of the American character almost every other country in the world has learned to fear and despise.
Jack Kerouac influenced me quite a bit as a writer.
.. in the Arab sense that the enemy of my enemy was my friend.
I think I'm one of the most patriotic people that I've ever encountered in America. I consider myself a bedrock patriot. I participate very actively in local politics, because my voice might be worthwhile. I participate in a meaningful way - not by donations; I work at it.
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but to those who see it coming and jump aside.
In my heart, I am always a Raider.
The TV business is uglier than most things.
It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.