Belief in God? An afterlife? I believe in rock: this apodictic rock beneath my feet. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
In the American Southwest, I began a lifelong love affair with a pile of rock. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Rocks, like louseworts and snail darters and pupfish and 3rd-world black, lesbian, militant poets, have rights, too. Especially the right to exist. — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Rocks, like louseworts and snail darters and pupfish and 3rdworld black, lesbian, feminist, militant poets, have rights, too. Especially the right to… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
I find more and more, as I grow older, that I prefer women to men, children to adults, animals to humans… And… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants,… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Belief? What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In rock. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Strolling on, it seems to me that the strangeness and wonder of existence are emphasized here, in the desert, by the comparative… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
I am pleased enough with the surfaces - in fact they alone seem to me to be of much importance. Such things… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Late in August the lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again,… — 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
Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology and the myths of classical philosophy dissolve like mist. The… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
The canyon country does not always inspire love. To many it appears barren, hostile, repellent - a fearsome mostly waterless land of… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
We know this apodictic rock beneath our feet. That dogmatic sun above our heads. The world of dreams, the agony of love… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
To die alone, on rock under sun at the brink of the unknown, like a wolf, like a great bird, seems to… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Water, water, water…There is no shortage of water in the desert but exactly the right amount , a perfect ratio of water… — 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
