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<blockquote data-quote="Docter" data-source="post: 14010" data-attributes="member: 1335">I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.Hunter S. Thompson The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.Hunter S. Thompson &quot;We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.&quot;— Hunter S. Thompson &quot;Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming &quot;Wow! What a Ride!&quot;— Hunter S. Thompson</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Docter, post: 14010, member: 1335"] I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours. Hunter S. Thompson The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. Hunter S. Thompson "We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness." — Hunter S. Thompson "Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!" — Hunter S. Thompson [/QUOTE]

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