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.”

“We have bigger things to brood on and enormous reasons for wallowing in terminal craziness until we finally hit bottom.”

“The room was very quiet. I walked over to the TV set and turned it on to a dead channel-white noise at maximum decibels, a fine sound for sleeping, a powerful continuous hiss to drown out everything strange.”

“Going to trial with a lawyer who considers your whole life-style a Crime in Progress is not a happy prospect.”

“He wandered into the Newsroom and asked for a job the same way he’d walk into a barbershop and ask for a haircut, and with no more idea of being turned down.”

“Paranoia is just another word for ignorance.”

“Writing is the flip side of sex - it's only good when it's over.”

“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….”

“There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.”

“In the meantime, I would drink, rest, and ponder the meaning of this mob.”

“We'd be fools not to ride this strange torpedo all the way out to the end.”

“rain is acid…
sex is death….”

“Old God sure was in a good mood when he made this place.”

“Which is not really a hell of a lot to ask, Lord, because the final incredible truth is that I am not guilty. All I did was take your gibberish seriously… and you see where it got me? My primitive Christian instincts have made me a criminal.”

“The car suddenly veered off the road and we came to a sliding halt in the gravel. I was hurled against the dashboard. My attorney was slumped over the wheel. “What’s wrong?” I yelled. “We can’t stop here. This is bat country!”

“I had come to regard him as a loner with no real past and a future so vague there was no sense talking about it.”

“There was no time for scholarly details, and, besides, I have always believed that a man can fairly be judged by the standards and taste of his choices in matters of high-level plagiarism.”

“I like this place” he said with a grin “I like to sit up here and look down at the beach and think of all the good things I could do with a Luger.”

“Richard Nixon could tell us a lot about peaking too early. He was a master of it, because it beat him every time. He never learned and neither did Bush the Elder.”

“If I had a Luger, I thought, I could drill the bastards. I leaned on one elbow and pointed a finger at the window, seeing what kind of shot I would get. Perfect. There was just enough light in the street for a good silhouette. I knew it would happen quickly, I’d have no choice: just pull the trigger and go deaf from the terrible noise, a frenzy of screaming and scratching followed by a ghastly thump of a body knocked back and down to the sidewalk.”

“I was also drunk, crazy and heavily armed at all times. People trembled and cursed when I came into a public room and started screaming in German.”

“I had a truly horrible dream last night … [Arnold Schwarzenegger, Mike Tyson and I] were on our way to a TV studio for a debate about his long-time working friendship with the powerful Bush family from Texas and how it might affect the next Bush presidency when The Terminator seizes power in Sacramento and tries to hand over the state's 54 electoral votes by election day in 2004. That is the basic plan behind Schwarzenegger running. He doesn't want to be Governor, he just wants the electoral votes to go to Bush this time.”

“Jesus man! You don't look for acid! Acid finds you when it thinks you're ready.”

“I may sound a little black, but I'm really pretty well adjusted.”

“Today, the Panzer-like Bush machine controls all three branches of our federal government, the first time that has happened since Calvin Coolidge was in the White House. And that makes it just about impossible to mount any kind of Congressional investigation of a firmly-entrenched president like George Bush. The time has come to get deeply into football. It is the only thing we have left that ain't fixed.”

“The importance of Liking Yourself is a notion that fell heavily out of favour during the coptic, anti-ego frenzy of the acid era — but nobody guessed back then that the experiment might churn up this kind of hangover; a whole subculture of frightened illiterates with no faith in anything.”

“Bush is a natural-born loser with a filthy-rich daddy who pimped his son out to rich oil-mongers. He hates music, football and sex, in no particular order, and he is no fun at all.”

“But wow! This goofy child president we have on our hands now. He is demonstrably a fool and a failure, and this is only the summer of '03. By the summer of 2004, he might not even be living in the White House. Gone, gone, like the snows of yesteryear.”

“Ah, fortune and fame shall follow me…and I shall dwell in the world of the chosen for a few moments of fleeting ecstasy; ere the seven burly lads turn into creditors and hustle me off to debtors' prison at last.”

“Something new is wanted. A new novel, perhaps. Something the ten-percenters don't have their hooks into yet. Those soul-fuckers should all be killed.”