EDWARD ABBEY QUOTES IV

American author (1927-1989)

God is a sound people make when they're too tired to think anymore.

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

Tags: God


Each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful.

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"Cliffrose and Bayonets", Desert Solitaire

Tags: beauty


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


Contempt for animal life leads to contempt for human life.

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One Life at a Time, Please

Tags: animals


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


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


At that moment I was ready to forsake my other home, forsake my mother and father and little sister and all my friends, and spend the rest of my life in the desert eating cactus for lunch, drinking blood at cocktail time, and letting the ferocious sun flay me skin and soul. I'd gladly have traded parents, school, a college education and a career for one dependable saddle hourse. Later that night, of course, alone in bed, the deadly homesickness would strike me faint.

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Fire on the Mountain


All gold is fool's gold.

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

Tags: gold


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


Nothing could be older than the daily news, nothing deader than yesterday's newspaper.

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

Tags: newspapers


Nobody seems more obsessed by diet than our anti-materialist, otherworldly, New Age, spiritual types. But if the material world is merely an illusion, an honest guru should be as content with Budweiser and bratwurst as with raw carrot juice, tofu, and seaweed slime.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness

Tags: diet, food


Love is a disease. A social disease. A romantic, venereal, medieval disease. A hangover from the days of the fornicating troubadours and the gentlemen in iron britches.

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The Serpents of Paradise

Tags: love


I love your letters. How far is that from saying I love you? Well--about a mile. Two miles.

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The Serpents of Paradise

Tags: love


Everyone should learn a manual trade. It's never too late to become an honest person.

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

Tags: work


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


Capitalism: Nothing so mean could be right. Greed is the ugliest of the capital sins.

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

Tags: capitalism


All we have, it seems to me, is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires.

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"Fire Lookout: Numa Ridge", The Journey Home

Tags: beauty


A pessimist is simply an optimist in full possession of the facts.

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Hayduke Lives

Tags: pessimism


A cowboy is a hired hand on the middle of a horse contemplating the hind end of a cow.

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


The earth will survive our most ingenious folly.

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"Shadows from the Big Woods", The Journey Home