Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream

“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.””

— Hunter S. Thompson, Ralph Steadman

“Too weird to live, too rare to die!””

— Hunter S. Thompson, Ralph Steadman

“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.””

— Hunter S. Thompson, Ralph Steadman

“We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.””

— Hunter S. Thompson, Ralph Steadman

“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, Ralph Steadman

“Good people drink good beer.””

— Hunter S. Thompson, Ralph Steadman

“Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era”

— Hunter S. Thompson, Ralph Steadman

“We can't stop here, this is bat country!””

— Hunter S. Thompson, Ralph Steadman

“There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.””

— Hunter S. Thompson, Ralph Steadman