From a fine appreciation of Hunter Thompson by Henry Allen in The Washington Post:
“There’s no such thing as paranoia,” he said. “The truth is, your worst fears always come true.”
On the ’72 candidates:
Being around Edmund Muskie “was something like being locked in a rolling box car with a vicious 200-pound water rat.” Nixon “speaks for the werewolf in us.” And Hubert Humphrey, the saint of long-ago liberalism: “There is no way to grasp what a shallow, contemptible and hopelessly dishonest old hack Hubert Humphrey is until you’ve followed him around for a while.”“I hate to advocate weird chemicals, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone . . . but they’ve always worked for me.”