Top 15 William McKeen Quotes

Now the ashes drifted, as Hunter must have known they would, back toward the guests standing in front of the viewing pavilion. As the guests stood holding their glasses, the ash floated and settled into their drinks.

Putting Hunter in context was tough.

He kept growing. He thought it was very important to keep growing all your life.

Nothing infuriates an academic more than a talented and successful colleague.

His legions of stoned admirers probably really thought he took a hundred hits of acid before sitting down to write. But the craftsmanship those close to him saw as he agonized over his words spoke to how much went into making it look like a breeze.

Hunter couldn't stop working. McCumber remembered Hunter working nine days without sleep.

Some of the locals began to think that maybe Hunter was getting out of control.

The lifestyle of the character he had created had consumed him.

To the generation of young political reporters, Hunter was Mount Rushmore, a living god on earth.

For a man complaining about the agony of celebrity, he wasn't doing anything to stop perpetuating his image as America's premier outlaw journalist.

And whether he wanted to be or not, he was famous.

Perhaps the heart of the American Dream was found in the search.

This writing wasn't painful. It was like being high.

He wrote his mother that he had begun to hate the sight of his typewriter.

The Dream obsessed him ... but what was it? Was it Horatio Alger, rags to riches, the idea that you could start with nothing and end up rolling naked in stacks of hundreds? Or was it a dream of freedom? Personal freedom...or the concept of freedom that the founders brought into the whole world?