Frasi di Hunter Stockton Thompson

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“Mi sono svaccato sulla sedia e ho ripreso a trincare. Il cuoco in cucina faceva un casino d'inferno e per qualche ragione il pianoforte si era zittito. Dall'interno arrivava una gnagnera in spagnolo, un sottofondo in incoerente a quei pensieri senza capo né coda. Per la prima volta ho avuto la sensazione di trovarmi in un Paese straniero, la vera distanza che avevo messo tra me e il mio ultimo domicilio. Non c'era motivo di sentirsi sotto pressione, ma non ci potevo fare niente: l'oppressione dell'afa e del tempo che passa, una tensione indolente che, nei posti dove la gente suda per ventiquattr'ore al giorno, continua a salire.”

“Troppo strano per vivere troppo raro per morire!”

“America… solo una nazione di duecento milioni di venditori di auto usate con tutti i soldi che ci servono per comprare armi e nessuna esitazione ad uccidere chiunque altro al mondo cerchi di farci sentire a disagio.”

“L'editore sportivo mi aveva dato anche un anticipo di 300 dollari in contanti, la maggior parte dei quali era già stata spesa in droghe estremamente pesanti. Il baule della macchina pareva un laboratorio mobile della narcotici. Avevamo due borsate di erba, settantacinque palline di mescalina, cinque fogli di LSD super-potente, una saliera piena zeppa di cocaina, e un'intera galassia di pillole multicolori, eccitanti, calmanti, esilaranti… e anche un litro di tequila, uno di rum, una cassa di Budweiser, una pinta di etere puro e due dozzine di fiale di popper.”

“Le nostre vibrazioni si stavano facendo cattive – ma perché? Mi sentivo confuso, frustrato. Era scesa l'incomunicabilità in quella macchina? Eravamo degenerati fino al livello di bestie mute?”

“Paranoia, paranoia… e nel frattempo sono tutto solo con il Grande Squalo Rosso nel parcheggio dell'aeroporto di Las Vegas. Al diavolo questo panico. Ritrova il controllo. Mantienilo. Per le prossime ventiquattr'ore questa faccenda del controllo sarà critica. Eccomi seduto qui, solo in questo deserto del cazzo, in questo covo di mentecatti armati, con un carico molto pericoloso di rischi, orrori e responsabilità che devo riportare a L. A.”

“Alcuni potrebbero non vivere mai, ma i pazzi non muoiono mai.”

“I would feel real trapped in this life if I didn't know I could commit suicide at any time.”

“Turn the goddam music up! My heart feels like an alligator!”

“To make a point of declaring friendship is to cheapen it. For men's emotions are very rarely put into words successfully.”

“On some days you get what you want, and on others, you get what you need.”

“If you can't make yourself understood by your friends, you'll be in trouble when your enemies come for you.”

“Poor bastard. Wait 'till he sees the bats.”

“I'm a relatively respectable citizen. Multiple felon perhaps, but certainly not dangerous.”

“This is the fast lane, folks… and some of us like it here.”

“I felt a little guilty about jangling the poor bugger's brains with that evil fantasy. But what the hell? Anybody who wanders around the world saying, "Hell yes, I'm from Texas," deserves whatever happens to him.”

“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.”

“With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know.”

“I miss Nixon. Compared to these Nazis we have in the White House now, Richard Nixon was a flaming liberal.”

“and the sad notes floated out to the
patio and hung in the trees like birds too tired to fly”

“Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.”

“You took too much man, too much, too much.”

“sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks…”

“One of them is knowing the difference between Morality and Wisdom. Morality is temporary, Wisdom is permanent… Ho ho. Take that one to bed with you tonight.”

“I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.”

“He had come so far from himself that I don't
think he knew who he was anymore.”

“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.”

“At the top of the mountain we are all snow leopards.”

“and he would probably not agree with my conviction that a sense of humor is the main measure of sanity. But who can say for sure? Humor is a very private thing.”

“He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.”

“What kind of rat bastard psychotic would play that song- right now, at this moment?”

“My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.”

“Sane is rich and powerful. Insane is wrong and poor and weak. The rich are free, the poor are put in cages. Res Ipsa Loquitur, amen. Mahalo.”

“You won't find reasonable men on the tops of tall mountains.”

“Ah, that we lack the courage of our romantic convictions; and thereby miss the wine of life, forgoing the very thing that makes living worthwhile.”

“Still humping the American Dream”