Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas

'The ether was waring off. The acid was long gone. But the mescaline was running strong. Good mescaline comes on slow. First hour's all waiting, and then about halfway through second hour. You start cursing the creep who burned you because nothing's happening. And then... zang!'

'Come on now, let's all take some mescaline!'

'One of the things you learn after years of dealing with drug people, is that you can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug.'

'Shimmering, crisping...'

'Four distinct states of being in the cannabis or marijuana society. They are cool, groovy, hip and square.'

'It's not an easy thing to meet your maker. And what can he do for you? Can the maker repair what he makes? You were made as well as we could make you, but not to last. Light that burns twice as bright for as half as long. And you have burned so very, very brightly.'

'The most efficient way for us to do this is for each one of us to try and attempt to imagine what it is like inside of the possessed mind of the addict. Hmm? For example, a dope fiend refers to the reefer butt as a "roach" because it resembles a cockroach. What the fuck are these people talking about? You've got to be crazy on acid to think a joint looks like a goddamn cockroach.'

'1965 - the great san francisco acid wave. clearly i was a victim of the drug explosion, a natural street freak.'

'Anybody want some lsd? i got the makins right here. all i need is a place to cook.'

'Whats the trouble?'

'I decided to eat only half the acid at first, but i spilled the rest on the sleeve of my red wollen shirt.'

'They give me the LSD and they took me to the hotel.I dont know what they done to me but i remember it was horrible. They gave u what? LSD.'

'Reversal.'

'Doctor Bumquist. You think the anthropologist Margaret Mead's strange behavior of late... could be explained by a private marijuana addiction?'

'I'm not really sure I can answer that. But what I can tell you, sir, is if Margaret Mead... at her age... smoked grass... she'd have one hell of a trip!'

'Two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers....'

"I decided to only take half of the acid, but I spilled the rest on the sleeve of my red woollen shirt."

"...and the room was quiet again"

'You won't need much. Just a tiny taste.'

'There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1 544 A.D.'

"Raoul Duke : We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of uppers, downers, laughers, screamers... "

'This is not a good town for Psychedelic Drugs'

'Castration, Double Castration'

'Here it comes'

'They gave me the LSD & they took me to the hotel, I don't know what they've done to me but I remember it was horrible. They gave you what? LSD, LSD, EEEEEELLLLL EEEEEESSSSS DDDDDDEEEEE'

'What was l doing out here? What was the meaning of this trip? Was l just roaming around in a drug frenzy of some kind?'

'Did you eat all this acid? That's right. Music!'

'In a few hours...She'll probably be sane enough to work herself into some sort of tolering Jesus paste rage, at the hazy recollection of being seduced by some kind of cruel Samoan who fed her licuor and L.S.D'

'Know your dope fiend. Your life may depend on it! You will not be able to see his eyes because of tea-shades, but his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jacking off when he can't find a rape-victim. He will stagger and babble when questioned. He will not respect your badge.'

'Know your dopefiend. Your life may depend on it!'

'There are 4 states of being in the cannabis society, Cool, groovy, hip and square. In that descending order. The square is seldom, if ever, cool. He is NOT with it. That is: he doesn't know WHAT'S happening, but if he manages to figure it out, he moves up a notch to 'hip'. And if he can bring himself to approve of what's happening he becomes 'groovy'. And after that with much luck and perseverance he can rise to the rank of 'cool'.'

'Ahhrm. We must come to terms with the drug-culture in the country. The reefer butt is called a roach because it resembles a cockroach.'

'About those flashbacks. The patient never knows and think it's all over and then he gets himself straightened out for six months and then DARNIT the whole trip comes back on him.'

'One of the things you learn after years of dealing with drug people, is that you can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug.'