Fyodor Dostoevsky
There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words. Your thought, even a bad one, while it is with you, is always more profound, but in words it is more ridiculous and dishonorable. — Fyodor Dostoevsky
Category: Journalism
Hunter S. Thompson
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, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Random… Continue reading Hunter S. Thompson
Hunter S. Thompson
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your… Continue reading Hunter S. Thompson
Hunter S. Thompson
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… Continue reading Hunter S. Thompson
Malcolm Gladwell
The ethics of plagiarism have turned into the narcissism of small differences: because journalism cannot own up to its heavily derivative nature, it must enforce originality on the level of the sentence. ― Malcolm Gladwell, What the Dog Saw and Other Adventures. (Little, Brown and Company; Large Print edition, October 20, 2009)
Martha Gellhorn
I wait every year for summer, and it is usually good, but it is never as good as that summer I am always waiting for. — Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters. (Holt Paperbacks; Reprint edition, May 29, 2007)
Hunter S. Thompso
Too weird to live, too rare to die! ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Random House November 11, 1971 and November 25, 1971 (magazine), July 1972 (book)
Rose Wilder Lane
Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don’t even remember leaving open. ― Rose Wilder Lane
Martha Gellhorn
What the trees can do handsomely-greening and flowering, fading and then the falling of leaves-human beings cannot do with dignity, let alone without pain. ― Martha Gellhorn
David Foster Wallace
I’ll bet there’ll come a time when you realize you’re always gonna have about as much success as you need, and that’s fine. — David Foster Wallace, from Although of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace by David Lipsky. (Broadway Books; 1 edition April 13, 2010)
The Vale of Soul-Making 