He had known for a long time that he was no longer a really good writer. He had spurts. Gonzo: The Life & Work of Hunter S Thompson, woman, Sky Arts 2024
September 11th 2001: It was just after dawn in Woody Creek, Colorado, when the first plane hit the World Trade Centre on Tuesday morning. As usual I writing about sports, but not for long. ibid. narrator Johnny Depp
This is going to be a very expensive war, and victory is not guaranteed for anyone. ibid.
He always felt like a bit of an outsider. ibid. biographer
He was embedded in the Hell’s Angels’ battalion. ibid. Tom Wolfe
Hunter’s utopia … was San Francisco in the early ’60s. ibid. writer
Hunter saw guns as one of the great things of life. ibid.
The American dream was clubbing itself to death. ibid. Hunter
He drove everyone batshit nuts. ibid. former landlord
My first act as sheriff will be to install on the courthouse lawn a set of stocks in order to punish dishonest dope dealers in a proper public fashion. ibid. Hunter
Hunter Thomson has no grip on reality. I think he’s psychotic. ibid. dude
We were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. ibid. Hunter
Every deadline was a crisis. ibid.
There is no way to grasp what a shallow, contemptuous and hopeless dishonest old hack Hubert Humphries is. ibid.
Bring me two Margaritas and six beers. ibid. Hunter’s reported order to waitress
It will probably be a while before the anst lifts. ibid. Depp reads Hunter
The downfall of an American hero, the defeat of a president, the sick world of Las Vegas, and the violent anarchy of the Hells Angels – part of the chronicle of the death of the American dream created by journalist Hunter Thompson. Tonight’s Omnibus makes a valiant attempt to follow Thompson and English artist Ralph Steadman on a wild trip across America. Omnibus: Fear and Loathing in Gonzovision, BBC 1978
We might just be safe on this journey. I don’t know. ibid. Omnibus journalist
Doctor Hunter Thompson and Ralph Steadman have worked together on articles in Rolling Stone magazine … a kind of cult hero, his articles are obsessed with an America gone wrong. ibid.
In 1970 he stood for political office as sheriff for his home town Aspen in Colorado … and was only narrowly defeated. ibid.
I dress in black to match my life. I am unhappy. Anton Chekhov: The Sea-Gull, Masha, written 1895; viz 1968 starring James Mason & Vanessa Redgrave et al
Happiness does not depend on riches; poor men are often happy. ibid.
The tragedy of my existence: even when I was young I always looked as if I were drunk; I never had any success with women. ibid. Sorin
I feel that they only endure me because I am her son. ibid. Treplieff
It must be pleasant to be even an insignificant author. ibid.
I think love should come in every play. ibid. Nina
All is void, void, void. All is terrible, terrible. The bodies of all living creatures have dropped to dust … ibid. Nina’s monologue re future
Let him write and he feels and can, but let him spare me his nonsense. ibid. Arkadina
An angel of silence is flying over our heads. ibid. Dorn
I am in agony. No-one, no-one can imagine how I suffer. ibid. Masha
Often I have no desire to live at all. ibid.
One still wants to live at 65. ibid. Sorin
Wine and tobacco destroy the individuality. ibid. Dorn
What could be duller than this dear tedium of the country? ibid. Arkadina
I was base enough today to kill this sea-gull. I lay it at your feet. ibid. Treplieff to NIna
If the critics praise me, I am happy; if they condemn me, I am out of sorts for the next two days. ibid. Trigorin
Violent obsessions sometimes take hold of a man. ibid.
I cannot escape myself though I feel I am consuming my life. ibid.
I have never pleased myself. As a writer, I do not like myself at all. ibid.
I have no will of my own. I never had. I am too indolent, too submissive, too phlegmatic, to have any. ibid.
It is only a pity that he [Constantine] has no definite object in view. He creates impressions, and nothing more, and one cannot go far on impressions alone. ibid. Dorn
‘I wounded one and now know well I wounded her …
But, ah, she does not know that she wounded me.’ Thomas Hardy: A Haunted Man: The Lively Arts, BBC 1978
Emma Hardy died in 1912. In his mind, the old writer turned back to the earlier times, to their first meeting. ibid.
Emma saw herself as a writer. Her book of recollections, written in the privacy of her attic room, survived the bonfire. ibid.
Hardy was very susceptible to women. ibid.
There had been earlier attachments in Hardy’s life – Dorset girls. ibid.
Hardy would write poems in her voice as if she was speaking to him. ibid.
‘Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me …’ ibid. Hardy
Emma could hardly have guessed the deeply contradictory character she had chose. ibid. narrator
By the 1880s Hardy had become a successful author. ibid.
It was a house of noiseless gloom. ibid. servant
Emma, confused and humiliated, never forgave him. ibid. narrator
Emma’s health declined, though Hardy seemed scarcely aware of it. ibid.
Florence found that the shadow of Emma lay everywhere at Max Gate. ibid.