“Any combination of a 250-pound Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reach”

“Journalism is "a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world of misfits and drunkards and failures.”

“There 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.”

“I couldn't imagine, and I don't say this with any pride, but I really couldn't imagine writing without a desperate deadline.”

“Nixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning.”

“Oh! that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.”

“Our life is not so much threatened as our perception. Ghostlike we glide through nature, and should not know our place again.”

“The eye of prudence may never shut.”