Dalton

“On some days you wonder what it all means. And on some days you find out. It’s like suddenly seeing a huge black pig in your headlights when you’re running 80 miles an hour on ice. Boom. Total clarity. No more gray area.
Some people live for these moments, these terrible flashes of clarity and naked truth, and on some days I am one of them.… But not always. It is not a lot different from the rush that comes from electroshock therapy, or getting hit by lightning. Zang! Immediate fire in the nuts, bulging eyes and the smell of burning hair.
It is an acquired taste. The first one’s free, but after that you have to really like it”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Better Than Sex: Confessions of a Political Junkie

“Here's a taxidermist's," Bill said. "Want to buy anything? Nice stuffed dog?"
"Come on," I said. "You're pie-eyed."
"Pretty nice stuffed dogs," Bill said. "Certainly brighten up your flat."
"Come on."
"Just one stuffed dog. I can take 'em or leave 'em alone. But listen, Jake. Just one stuffed dog."
"Come on."
"Mean everything in the world to you after you bought it. Simple exchange of values. You give them money. They give you a stuffed dog."
"We'll get one on the way back."
"All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.”
― Ernest Hemingway