The most common form of terrorism in the U.S.A. is that carried on by bulldozers and chain saws.
Edward AbbeyI've got a crooked elbow and I generally say my prayers with one leg on a brass rail.
Edward AbbeyAnarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.
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A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.
Edward AbbeyTag: life philosophy nature
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If a man's imagination were not so weak, so easily tired, if his capacity for wonder not so limited, he would abandon forever such fantasies of the supernal. He would learn to perceive in water, leaves and silence more than sufficient of the absolute and marvelous, more than enough to console him for the loss of the ancient dreams.
Edward AbbeyBe loyal to what you love, be true to the earth, fight your enemies with passion and laughter.
Edward AbbeyOne mile farther and I come to a second grave beside the road, nameless like the other, marked only with the dull blue-black stones of the badlands. I do not pause this time. The more often you stop the more difficult it is to continue. Stop too long and they cover you with rocks.
Edward AbbeyI thought of the wilderness we had left behind us, open to sea and sky, joyous in its plenitude and simplicity, perfect yet vulnerable, unaware of what is coming, defended by nothing, guarded by no one.
Edward AbbeyTag: mexico desert wilderness
Within minutes my 115-mile walk through the desert hills becomes a thing apart, a disjunct reality on the far side of a bottomless abyss, immediately beyond physical recollection.
But it’s all still there in my heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure—they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days to come, like a treasure found and then, voluntarily, surrendered. Returned to the mountains with my blessing. It leaves a golden glowing on the mind.
I might also say, regarding reviews and reviewers, that I have yet to read a review of any of my own books which I could not have written much better myself.
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