With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.

These things happen. One day you run everything, and the next day you run like a dog.

I'm doing an introduction for one of Ralph's [Steadman] books. He's doing something called Gonzo, the Art I think he's stealing from me. I like Steadman and his coattail abilities. Ralph is better at business than I am. He has always managed to get free whiskey.

I find that by putting things in writing I can understand them and see them a little more objectively. ... For words are merely tools and if you use the right ones you can actually put even your life in order, if you don't lie to yourself and use the wrong words.

Sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks.

We have bigger things to brood on and enormous reasons for wallowing in terminal craziness until we finally hit bottom.

Richard Nixon was a criminally insane Monster - Bill Clinton is a black-hearted Swine of a friend.