EDWARD ABBEY QUOTES III

American author (1927-1989)

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


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


A great thirst is a great joy when quenched in time.

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"Water", Desert Solitaire


Man the Pest, multiplied to the swarming stage, is attacking the remaining forests like a plague of locusts on a field of grain.

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"The Crooked Wood", The Journey Home

Tags: men


Where life is there is death, reasons the vulture, and where there's death there's hope.

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One Life at a Time, Please

Tags: death


Violence, it's as American as pizza pie.

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The Monkey Wrench Gang

Tags: violence


I'd sooner exchange ideas with the birds on earth than learn to carry on intergalactic communications with some obscure race of humanoids on a satellite planet from the world of Betelgeuse.

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"The First Morning", Desert Solitaire

Tags: space travel


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


What our economists call a depressed area almost always turns out to be a cleaner, freer, more livable place than most.

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


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


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


Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second.

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Down the River

Tags: coffee


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)


We like the taste of freedom ... because we like the smell of danger.

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Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside

Tags: freedom


Growth for the sake of growth is a cancerous madness.

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"Water", Desert Solitaire

Tags: growth


When the biggest, richest, glassiest buildings in town are the banks, you know that town's in trouble.

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

Tags: money


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

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Hayduke Lives

Tags: pessimism


The earth will survive our most ingenious folly.

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"Shadows from the Big Woods", The Journey Home


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