We must ride this strange torpedo out until the end.
Morality is temporary, wisdom is permanent.
I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn’t know I could commit suicide at any time.
Good people drink good beer.
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.
You better take care of me Lord, if you don’t you’re gonna have me on your hands.
My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.
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.
To Richard Milhous Nixon, who never let me down.
Some people will tell you that slow is good – but I’m here to tell you that fast is better. I’ve always believed this, in spite of the trouble it’s caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba.
On my tombstone they will carve, “IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME.
Life should not be a journey to the grave.
Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.
With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms.
Journalism is “a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world of misfits and drunkards and failures.
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.
Fiction is a bridge to the truth that journalism can’t reach.
I haven’t found a drug yet that can get you anywhere near as high as a sitting at a desk writing, trying to imagine a story no matter how bizarre it is, [or] going out and getting into the weirdness of reality and doing a little time on the Proud Highway.
There is probably some long-standing “rule” among writers, journalists, and other word-mongers that says: “When you start stealing from your own work you’re in bad trouble.” And it may be true.
There is no story unless you’ve written it.
Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.
When you write for a living and you can’t do anything else, you know that sooner or later that the deadline is going to come screaming down on you like a goddamn banshee. There’s no avoiding it…So one day you just don’t appear at the El Adobe bar anymore; you shut the door, paint the windows black, rent an electric typewriter and become the monster you always were – the writer.
I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me