It was one of those fine little love stories that can make you smile in your sleep at night.

The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.

The massive, frustrated energies of a mainly young, disillusioned electorate that has long since abandoned the idea that we all have a duty to vote. This is like being told you have a duty to buy a new car, but you have to choose immediately between a Ford and a Chevy.

No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and no man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.

["Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas"] is a very hard book to translate to film because there's so much interior monologue. The what if factor. I tried to write it cinematically and let the dialogue carry it but I forgot about the interior monologue. It's kind of hard to show what's going on in the head. I think we should do it like a documentary.

I just usually go with my own taste. If I like something, and it happens to be against the law, well, then I might have a problem.

Though I was careful never to mention it, I began to see a new dimension in everything that happened.