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Edward Abbey Quotes - Page 13

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The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like

The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn.

Rain, Fire, Light

Edward Abbey (1988). “Desert Solitaire”, p.13, University of Arizona Press

The very poor are strictly materialistic. It takes money to be a mystic.

Materialistic, Poor, Mystic

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.51, RosettaBooks

In the dog-eat-dog economy, the Doberman is boss.

Funny, Dog, Boss

I, too, believe in fidelity. But how can I be true to one woman without being false to all the others?

Believe, Fidelity, Being True

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.43, RosettaBooks

It is not an easy thing to inflate a dog.

Funny, Dog, Easy

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.54, RosettaBooks

A rancher is a farmer who farms the public lands with a herd of four-legged lawn mowers.

Land, Four, Herds

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.54, RosettaBooks

Some people write to please, to soothe, to console. Others to provoke, to challenge, to exasperate and infuriate. I've always found the second approach the more pleasing.

Writing, People, Challenges

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.35, RosettaBooks

Men have never loved one another much, for reasons we can readily understand: Man is not a lovable animal.

Animal, Men, Lovable

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.25, RosettaBooks

The industrial corporation is the natural enemy of nature.

Enemy, Corporations, Natural

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.47, RosettaBooks

Scientific method: There's a madness in the method.

Scientific Method, Madness, Method

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.49, RosettaBooks

My books always make the best-seller lists in Wolf Hole, Arizona, and Hanksville, Utah.

Book, Utah, Arizona

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.35, RosettaBooks

Government should be weak, amateurish and ridiculous. At present, it fulfills only a third of the role.

Government, Liberty, Roles

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.22, RosettaBooks

Saving the world was merely a hobby. My *vocation* has been that of inspector of desert water holes.

Water, Hobbies, Desert

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.28, RosettaBooks

The world is older and bigger than we are. This is a hard truth for some folks to swallow.

World, Bigger, Folks

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.12, RosettaBooks

Our modern industrial economy takes a mountain covered with trees, lakes, running streams and transforms it into a mountain of junk, garbage, slime pits, and debris.

Running, Lakes, Tree

War: First day in the U.S. Army, the government placed a Bible in my left hand, a bayonet in the other.

War, Army, Government

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.19, RosettaBooks

Why do I write? I write to entertain my friends and to exasperate our enemies. To unfold the folded lie, to record to truth of our time, and, of course, to promote esthetic bliss.

Lying, Writing, Enemy

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.37, RosettaBooks

Running the big rapids is like sex: half the fun lies in the anticipation. Two thirds of the thrill with the approach. The remainder is only ecstasy-or darkness.

Running, Sex, Fun

Edward Abbey (1984). “Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside”, p.123, Macmillan

Late in August the lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again, embrace a pine tree, cut my initials in the bark of an aspen, get bit by a mosquito, see a mountain bluebird, find a big blue columbine, get lost in the firs, hike above timberline, sunbathe on snow and eat some ice, climb the rocks and stand in the wind at the top of the world on the peak of Tukuhnikivats.

Running, Cutting, August

Edward Abbey (1996). “The Serpents of Paradise: A Reader”, p.128, Macmillan

For this world that men have made, none of us is bad enough. For the world that made us, none is good enough.

Men, World, Good Enough

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.25, RosettaBooks

Once upon a time, I dreamed of becoming a great man. Later, a good man. Now, finally, I find it difficult enough and honor enough to be -- a man.

Men, Once Upon A Time, Good Man

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.26, RosettaBooks

Spartacus, like Jesus, was also crucified by the Romans. And for equally good reasons.

Jesus, Reason, Spartacus

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.21, RosettaBooks

Music is a savage art, a measured madness.

Art, Savages, Madness

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.41, RosettaBooks

We're all undesirable elements from somebody's point of view.

Views, Elements, Point Of View

"Abbey's Road". Book by Edward Abbey, 1979.

A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.

Doubt, Meals, Sauce

Edward Abbey (1988). “Desert Solitaire”, p.140, University of Arizona Press

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