Ralph Steadman (born 15 May 1936) is a Welsh illustrator best known for collaboration with the American writer Hunter S. Thompson, his close friend.
Hunter and I never got proper journalistic accreditation to go anywhere. Nobody was giving us passes to go in here or there. We always had to somehow talk our way in.
God invented mankind because he loved silly stories.
I've done the Rolling Stones eating each other.
I have even written a book about Wine called The Grapes of Ralph.
What actually happened was that Rolling Stone paid me fifteen hundred dollars for the use of all the drawings - about twenty four of them - and then offered to buy the originals from me, which my agent urged 'was a good move!'. He sold the whole damn treasure trove to Jann Wenner for the princely sum of sixty dollars per drawing. I rue the day I let him convince me.
I get my best ideas in a thunderstorm. I have the power and majesty of nature on my side.
Evil is always devising more corrosive misery through man's restless need to exact revenge out of his hate.
It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.
The betrayal of people's good will, good trust that things are being done for the best and they actually ARE being done for the best.
Governments are not running the show anymore. Scumbag Entrepreneurs are, and they have a harsh and ruthless agenda.
America is ripe for lies and lethargy. The pure mountain air is going and gone. It is a huge burden and a sadness for us all.
Funny thing about Americans. They are the first to adopt weird lifestyles and radical views but they are the most conservative race on earth.
You see, nature will do exactly what it must, and if we are a hindrance to its development, to even its destructive powers to reform itself and we are in a way, we will go.
Animal Farm has seen off all the opposition. It's as valid today as it was fifty years ago.
I am ashamed of a human race that can continue to allow the sordid ambitions of politicized groups who genuinely feel that right is on their side, and can therefore instigate such atrocities in the name of their own sense of right and wrong.
Whats a gonzotic frenzy? Well its me in the throes of an ink splattering attempt to capture the feeling I have at that particular time.
Whores get bow-legged and bankers get mean, which is strange when you think that if whores get bow-legged, bankers should get generous, but they never do.
One can derive the same fun from print-making as from making mud pies and great subtlety can be achieved through the use of transparent inks, half-tone screens and even accidental colour combinations, which is often where the art hides.
Man's idea of God, and a God's collusion, is an essential part of the equation to wage war.
You know, we're really destroying ourselves because we're really making the motivating force of anything we do selfish.