“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride…and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion.”
– Hunter S. Thompson

‘A dashing gentleman walks into the bar. Your gaze roves from his bright blue eyes, to his crooked charming smile. It wanders downwards towards his belt line and catches a glint of metal. You realize he has a gun. You know you are in danger, but you’re beginning to wonder if you care.’ — The World is Not Enough

‘Feeling the wind on your face as you bike through the night, still engulfed in the wistful inertia of youth, but with the foreboding sense that the cold slap and hard truths of the pavement and adulthood are just around the corner. You stop, take a deep drag of nicotine and a sip of beer and ponder the intricacies of a life just beginning.’ — Born to be Wild

‘Biting into a fresh raspberry and realizing you have a tiny cut on your lip. There’s a faint sting, but the raspberry is exquisite and the sun is shining on your back’ — The Pink Dahlia

‘The bar is dimly lit, a man with leathery skin and defined features is reading ‘In Search of Lost Time’. You take a sip of coffee and the taste transports you back in time to mornings as a child.Your senses are ignited as the familiar earthy scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the smell of buttered toast. Happiness engulfs you.’ — Coffey and cigarettes