Hunter S. Thompson Quotes

To escape and sit quietly on the beach - that's my idea of paradise.

Beach is a place where a man can feel he's the only soul in the world that's real.

When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will.

I've been able to carve out spaces for myself. At Sundance, I'm in the mountains - my property is private. I get on a horse and ride for three, four hours. Sometimes five. I get lost. But when I'm in, I'm in.

I really feel that my body craves to be in the mountains or by the ocean or in the countryside.

The beach is definitely where I feel most at home. It's my oxygen. I forget how much I need it sometimes when I'm away working.

I learned to fly a few years ago in England. It's the only place I'm completely alone - up in the air, detached from everything.

I just love being in the middle of nowhere.

Every day I wake up in Paris, it's real tranquillity. No pressure. I'm out of the grasp of people. I don't have a phone, and I drift a little bit.

I need my outdoors, my comfort.

He left the drapes open, watched the lights of the cars and of the fast food joints through the window glass, comforted to know there was another world out there, one he could walk to anytime he wanted.

Twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone.

But I also hoped that [she] had chosen California because she thought that was her true home, the place where she really belonged, where it was always warm and you could dance in the rain, pick grapes right off the vines, and sleep outside at night under the stars.

There is nothing better than strolling down the beach the way God made you.

It is best to meet in a cul-de-sac, A palace of velvet With windows of mirrors. There one is safe, There are no family photographs, No rings through the nose, no cries.

So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

What happiness this is: to fly, skimming over the earth just as we do in our dreams! Life has become a dream. Can this be the meaning of paradise?

Wildness had never been a part of her life. Home, work, home, work. That's all her life had consisted of, really. She'd told Maddox that she'd been glad for her solitude, bu the truth was, there were times she'd been starved for touch. Any touch.

It was so much easier to be alone, if one could find just the right location.

For the forest takes away from you all excuse to die. There is nothing here to cabin or thwart your free desires. Here all impudences of the brawling world reach you no more.

Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility.

I have come to an unalterable decision - to go and live forever in Polynesia. Then I can end my days in peace and freedom, without thoughts of tomorrow and this eternal struggle against idiots.

Even the solitude, I've actually grown to quite like... I do like the feeling of getting into my little car, knowing for the next couple of hours I'll have only the roads, the big gray sky and my daydreams for company.

The farther one gets into the wilderness, the greater is the attraction of its lonely freedom.