The key to humor is often self-loathing or sarcasm. In a sense, that's how self-loathing is made palatable.
No one loathes the smell of himself.
I'm self-loathing, introverted, and neurotic.
Beware of that monster called "self-loathing.
Raoul Duke: Jesus, bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing - intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes.
The truth is, I've always been wracked with self-loathing and terrible, paralysing depression.
Raoul Duke: Shit, he's killing himself!
Raoul Duke: You're not Portuguese, man!
Kill the body and the head will die.
Washington has always had a pretty healthy amount of self-loathing.
Raoul Duke: Quick, like a bunny.
Raoul Duke: Come on you fiend!
Raoul Duke: La llama es un quadrupedo!
Raoul Duke: Fuck 'im... I'm gonna miss 'im.
Self-loathing is man’s effort to sweep the moon of footprints.
Too weird to live, too rare to die!
Dr. Gonzo: We know what you're up to man.
Raoul Duke: Fuck, you've gone completely sideways, man.
Raoul Duke: I've never missed a plane yet.
Raoul Duke: Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals?
Good people drink good beer.
