"But what was the story? No one had bothered to say. So we would have to drum it up on our own. Free enterprise. The American Dream. Horatio Alger gone mad on drugs in Las Vegas. Do it now: pure Gonzo journalism." (Part I, Chapter 2, p.12).

"Old elephants limp off to the hills to die; old Americans go out to the highway and drive themselves to death with huge cars." (Part I, Chapter 3, p.18).

"San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were here and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant…" (Part I, Chapter 8, p.66).

"Reading the front page made me feel a lot better...