So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?— Hunter S. Thompson
Controversy Fear And Loathing quotations
One wants to be loved, in lack thereof admired, in lack thereof feared, in lack thereof loathed and despised. One wants to instill some sort of emotion in people. The soul trembles before emptiness and desires contact at any price.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body.
Do not look upon this world with fear and loathing. Bravely face whatever the gods offer.
Seems like the light at the end of the tunnel may be you.
Buy the ticket, take the ride.
To the pessimist the light at the end of the tunnel is another train.
I'm a relatively respectable citizen. Multiple felon perhaps, but certainly not dangerous.
Good people drink good beer.
In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone.
Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe.
Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser.
Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final.
It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat sh** and die.
Analysis takes back with one hand what it gives with the other.
I recoil in fear and loathing from that deplorable evil: continuous functions with no derivatives.
Take it from me, there's nothing like a job well done, except the quiet enveloping darkness at the bottom of a bottle of Jim Beam after a job done any way at all.
No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.
The possibility of physical and mental collapse is very real now.
.. but collapse is out of the question; as a solution or even a cheap alternative, it is unacceptable. No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind.
In some circles, the Mint 400 is a far, far better thing than the Superbowl, the Kentucky Derby, and the lower Oakland roller derby finals all rolled into one. This race attracts a very special breed.
I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger: A man on the move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.
A man who has blown all his options can't afford the luxury of changing his ways. He has to capitalize on whatever he has left, and he can't afford to admit - no matter how often he's reminded of it - that every day of his life takes him farther and farther down a blind alley.
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.
Who said anything about slicing you up? .
.. I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead-- nothing serious.
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
Creating fear and loathing of gay and lesbian Americans has proven, year after year, to be the most effective say for Dobson and the other fundamentalist Christian leaders to raise millions of dollars and recruit millions of volunteers to support their long-range campaign to take back America.
We are all wired into a survival trip, now.
We can't stop here, this is bat country!
Voters inclined to loathe and fear elite Ivy League schools rarely make fine distinctions between Yale and Harvard. All they know is that both are full of rich, fancy, stuck-up and possibly dangerous intellectuals who never sit down to supper in their undershirt no matter how hot the weather gets.
But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing.
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
My devils and angels, fears and hopes, insights and stupidities, loves and loathings, are what they are. I don't edit them out so much as try to make them interesting - whether I am talking to you, or writing a poem, or joking with my kids, or speaking on television.
The Internet, I'm trying to point out, is a kooks' paradise.
Anybody with a keyboard and a modem can spread fear, loathing, and just plain asinine ideas among hundreds of thousands of people with the click of a button. Discouraging, but true.
Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop.