Hunter S. Thompson apparently took his own life on Sunday night.

He was a great journalist and writer, and one of my personal heroes.

Suicide is a tremendously selfish thing to do, and I'm furious at him for doing it, but I guess he had his reasons. Honestly, it doesn't seem like his style... maybe it was a set-up.

In any case, I'm really upset about this, I hope he is in a better place now.

A few of my favorite movie quotes (unfortunately don't have any of his books on hand):

"Laslo and Nixon are both gone now. But I don't think I'm going to believe that until I can gnaw on both of their skulls with my very own teeth. F*ck those people, huh? If they're out there, I'm going to find them and I'm going to gnaw on their skulls. Because it still hasn't gotten weird enough for me."

from Where the Buffalo Roam

"Thompson: Hi sir, it's Harris from the Post. Can I get you anything sir?
Nixon: How's the family Harris?
Thompson: Oh the family, well that's bad news. The screwheads finally came and took my daughter away. Let me ask you a question sir, what is this country doing for the doomed? There are two kinds of people in this country, the doomed and the screwheads. Savage tribal thugs who live off their legal incomes, brow deep out there... no respect for human dignity. They don't know what you and I understand, you know what I mean.
Nixon: You ever play football, Harris?
Thompson: Yes sir, thank you sir. I played in college, and they're gonna get your daughter too sir. I've heard their rallies, they like Julie... but Tricia... and they really hate you sir. You know that one and a half of the State Senate of Utah are screwheads. You know I was never really frightened by the bopheads and the potheads with their silliness, never really frightened me either, but these goddamn screwheads, they terrify me. And the poor doomed, the young, and the silly, the honest, the weak, the Italians... they're doomed, they're lost, they're helpless, they're somebody else's meal, they're like pigs in the wilderness.
Nixon: Come here Harris, come here... F*ck the doomed."

from Where the Buffalo Roam

"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."

from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Goodbye Hunter, you will be missed.