EDWARD ABBEY QUOTES III

American author (1927-1989)

I am not an atheist but an earthiest.

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"Down the River", Desert Solitaire

Tags: atheism


When a man's best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto)

Tags: dogs


Civilization, like an airplane in flight, survives only as it keeps going forward.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness

Tags: civilization, survival


The distrust of wit is the beginning of tyranny.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness

Tags: wit, tyranny


Society is like a stew. If you don't keep it stirred up, you get a lot of scum on top.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness

Tags: society


Walking is the only form of transportation in which a man proceeds erect -- like a man -- on his own legs, under his own power. There is immense satisfaction in that.

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Postcards from Ed

Tags: walking


In the land of bleating sheep and braying jackasses, one brave and honest man is bound to create a scandal.

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Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast

Tags: scandal


Contempt for animal life leads to contempt for human life.

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One Life at a Time, Please

Tags: animals


Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am -- a reluctant enthusiast ... a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure.

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attributed, Saving Nature's Legacy


Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary. A houseboat in Kashmir, a view down Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, a gray gothic farmhouse two stories high at the end of a red dog road in the Allegheny Mountains, a cabin on the shore of a blue lake in spruce and fir country, a greasy alley near the Hoboken waterfront, or even, possibly, for those of a less demanding sensibility, the world to be seen from a comfortable apartment high in the tender, velvety smog of Manhattan, Chicago, Paris, Tokyo, Rio, or Rome -- there's no limit to the human capacity for the homing sentiment.

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"The First Morning", Desert Solitaire

Tags: home


One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothing can beat teamwork.

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The Monkey Wrench Gang

Tags: stupidity, teamwork


When the situation is hopeless, there's nothing to worry about.

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The Monkey Wrench Gang


The desert rat carries one distinction like a halo: he has learned to love the kind of country that most people find unlovable.

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Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside

Tags: desert


There is poetry and music in our technology, a beauty as touching as that of eagle, moss campion, raven or yonder limestone boulder shining under the Arctic sun.

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"Gather at the River", Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside

Tags: technology


The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys, the motion of the traffic. The mighty towers stood like tombstones in a graveyard, leaning against the sky and waiting for -- for what? Someday we'll know.

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"Manhattan Twilight, Hoboken Night", The Journey Home

Tags: cities


Beyond the wall of the unreal city ... there is another world waiting for you. It is the old true world of the deserts, the mountains, the forests, the islands, the shores, the open plains. Go there. Be there. Walk gently and quietly deep within it.

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Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside

Tags: nature


Violence, it's as American as pizza pie.

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The Monkey Wrench Gang

Tags: violence


Guns don't kill people; people kill people. Of course, people with guns kill more people. But that's only natural. It's hard. But it's fair.

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Abbey's Road

Tags: guns


I try to think of a favorite among my arid-country flowers. But I love them all. How could we be true to one without being false to all the others?

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Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside

Tags: flowers


To die alone, on rock under sun at the brink of the unknown, like a wolf, like a great bird, seems to me very good fortune indeed.

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"The Dead Man at Grandview Point", Desert Solitaire

Tags: death