He gave my hand a final shake. Okay, Kemp, he said with a grin. Thanks a lot – you came through like a champ. Hell, I said, starting the engine. We’re all champs when we’re drunk.
America...just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable
Whatever he might have denied me was unimportant; it was thefact that he could deny me anything at all, even what I didn't want
Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Things are no longer what they seem to be. My telephones are haunted, and animals whisper at me from unseen places.
The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into tha...
McGovern made some stupid mistakes, but in context they seem almost frivolous compared to the things Richard Nixon does every day of his life, on purpose, as a matter of policy and a perfect expressio...
In a nation of frightened dullards there is a sorry shortage of outlaws, and those few who make the grade are always welcome:
I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest ro...
I had come to regard him as a loner with no real past and a future so vague that there was no sense talking about it.
How long can we maintain? I wonder. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Wi...
Faster, Faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
You took too much man, too much, too much.
You can't hoard fun. It has no shelf life.
Who said anything about slicing you up? ... I just wanted to carve a little Z on your forehead-- nothing serious.
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixtie...
It was wonderful, a stunning happy ending to what began as another tragic rock & roll story, as if Bob Dylan had been arrested in Miami for jacking off in a seedy little XXX theater while stroking the...
It had been a bad trip ... fast and wild in some moments, slow and dirty in others, but on balance it looked like a bummer. On my way back to San Francisco, I tried to compose a fitting epitaph. I wan...
Finally we came over a rise and I saw the Caribbean...My first feeling was a wild desire to drive a stake in the sand and claim the place for myself. The beach was white as salt, and cut off from the...
I have learned, in my life and work as a sportswriter, that big-time Sports and big-time Politics are not so far apart in America. They are both a means to the same end, which is victory... And why no...