Though I've lived in the rural West most of my life, I never once fell in love with a horse. Not once.… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
My loyalties will not be bound by national borders, or confined in time by one nation's history, or limited in the spiritual… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
At some point we must draw a line across the ground of our home and our being, drive a spear into the… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
In the end, for all our differences and conflicts, most women and men share the same food, work, shelter, bed, life, joy,… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
May your rivers flow without end... down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
A cowboy is a hired hand on the middle of a horse contemplating the hind end of a cow. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
For women, the sexual act is a means to a higher end. For a man, it is an end in itself. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
James Joyce buried himself in his great work. _Finnegan's Wake_ is his monument and his tombstone. A dead end. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
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… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Except for the scale of the operation, there was nothing unusual about Hitler's massacre of the Jews. Genocide's an old tradition, as human as… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
By the age of eighteen, a human has acquired enough joy and heartache to provide the food of reflection for a century. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
“Our institutions are too big; they represent not the best but the worst characteristics of human beings. By submitting to huge hierarchies of power,… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
No man-made structure in all of American history has been hated so much, by so many, for so long, with such good reason, as… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Where all pretend to be thinking alike, it's likely that no one is thinking at all. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
“But why, the questioner insists, why do people like you pretend to love uninhabited country so much? Why this cult of wilderness? Why the… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Civilization is a youth with a molotov cocktail in his hand. Culture is the Soviet tank or L.A. cop that guns him down. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
All revolutions have failed? Perhaps. But rebellion for good cause is self- justifying -- a good in itself. Rebellion transforms slaves into human beings,… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
“Me, I'm living under a sword too, as Jack may have told you. An old wino's disease, which could lay me in the grave… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
