HST was undoubtedly one of the strangest and most evocative writers that I’ve ever encountered. And one of the most alive.
We are all the poorer for his loss.
Here’s some brief words of wisdom from HST:
“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me. ”
“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. ”
“The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. ”
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. “
And my personal favorite, from Kingdom of Fear,
“We are few, but we speak with the power of many. We are strong like lonely bulls, but we are legion. Our code is gentle, but our justice is Certain – seeming Slow on some days, but slashing Fast on others, eating the necks of the Guilty like a gang of Dwarf Crocodiles in some lonely stretch of the Maputo River in the Transvaal, where the Guilty are free to run, but they can never Hide.”
I’ll raise a glass to you, you crazy old bastard.