āDon't judge your taco by its priceā
āAny combination of a 250-pound Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reachā
āJournalism is "a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world of misfits and drunkards and failures.ā
āThere was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.ā
āI couldn't imagine, and I don't say this with any pride, but I really couldn't imagine writing without a desperate deadline.ā
āNixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning.ā
āI that please some, try all, both joy and terrorOf good and bad, that makes and unfolds error.ā
āWeed your better judgments of all opinion that grows rank in them.ā
āAll hoods make not monks.ā