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 mothers and our lovers and friends, we have failed to make permanent contact with anyone with whom we can identify. Every man takes his own acts to the grave. There is no living without pain—but the pain of being alone is an unbearable pain; and at times, it seems that there is no escape from it.
— Hunter S. Thompson
Modern
Gonzo journalism, Fear and Loathing
