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infpisme · 2 days ago
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I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time.
Hunter S. Thompson
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quotemadness · 6 months ago
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I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.
Hunter S. Thompson
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booksquoteslife · 5 months ago
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“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.”
— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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quotespile · a month ago
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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.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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coolthingsguyslike · 27 days ago
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gregorygalloway · 4 months ago
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Hunter Stockton Thompson (18 July 1937 – 20 February 2005) 
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thebookquotes · a year ago
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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.
— Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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joeinct · 2 months ago
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Hunter S. Thompson, Photo by Jennifer Parmelee, 1982
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virtuouslibertines69 · 10 days ago
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"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." - Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Painting by Eugene de Blaas
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lilliana47 · 6 months ago
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I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.
~Hunter S. Thompson
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memoryslandscape · 9 months ago
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We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
Hunter S. Thompson, from The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967 (Ballatine, 1997)
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macrolit · 5 months ago
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The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side.
Hunter S. Thompson
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quotespile · 4 months ago
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It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.
Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary
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bean-cup-chan · 25 days ago
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It was obvious that she was a woman who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.
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Had the absolute pleasure of taking some shots for @vronism
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hootenanie · a month ago
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"'KILL THE BODY AND THE HEAD WILL DIE'
This line appears in my notebook, for some reason. Perhaps some connection with Joe Frazier. Is he still alive? Still able to talk? I watched that fight in Seattle-horribly twisted about four seats down the aisle from the Governor. A very painful experience in every way, and a proper end to the sixties: Tim Leary a prisoner of Eldridge Cleaver in Algeria, Bob Dylan clipping coupons in Greenwich Village, both Kennedys murdered by mutants, Owsley folding napkins on Terminal Island, and finally Cassius/Ali belted incredibly off his pedestal by a human hamburger, a man on the verge of death. Joe Frazier, like Nixon, had finally prevailed for reasons people like me refused to understand-at least not out loud. …..but that was some other era, burned out and long gone from the brutish realities of this foul year of Our Lord, 1971."
- Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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