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Edward Abbey Quotes - Page 6

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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.

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.

Gun, People, Natural

"Abbey's Road". Book by Edward Abbey ("In Defense of the Redneck", p. 168), 1979.

Life is unfair. And it's not fair that life is unfair.

Life Is, Unfair, Fairs

Edward Abbey (1998). “The Fool's Progress: An Honest Novel”, p.14, Macmillan

The ever-rising cost of living: Someday soon, the corporate technicians will be locking meters on our noses and charging us a royalty on the air we breathe.

Cost Of Living, Air, Rising

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

A world without open country would be universal jail.

Country, Jail, Would Be

Edward Abbey (1998). “The Fool's Progress: An Honest Novel”, p.105, Macmillan

In all of nature, there is no sound more pleasing than that of a hungry animal at its feed. Unless you are the food.

Animal, Sound, Hungry

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

I despise my own nation most. Because I know it best. Because I still love it, suffering from Hope. For me, that's patrotism.

Suffering, Despise, Stills

Edward Abbey (1996). “The Serpents of Paradise: A Reader”, p.151, Macmillan

I wish to be an inspector of volcanoes. I want to study cloud formations and memorize the wind and learn by heart the habits of the ponderosa pine.

Nature, Heart, Clouds

All revolutions have failed? Perhaps. But rebellion for good cause is self- justifying -- a good in itself. Rebellion transforms slaves into human beings, if only for an hour.

Self, Political, Revolution

Life is already too short to waste on speed.

Hiking, Waste, Life Is

"The Journey Home : Some Words in Defense of the American West" by Edward Abbey, (p. 205), 1977.

So I lived alone. The first thing I did was take off my pants. Naturally.

Pants, Firsts

Edward Abbey (1968). “Desert Solitaire”, p.198, Simon and Schuster

At some point we must draw a line across the ground of our home and our being, drive a spear into the land and say to the bulldozers, earthmovers, government and corporations, "thus far and no further." If we do not, we shall later feel, instead of pride, the regret of Thoreau, that good but overly-bookish man, who wrote, near the end of his life, "If I repent of anything it is likely to be my good behaviour.

Regret, Home, Pride

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

Joy, Giants, Thirst

The missionaries go forth to Christianize the savages - as if the savages weren't dangerous enough already.

Enough Already, Missionary, Savages

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.9, RosettaBooks

I suppose each of us has his own fantasy of how he wants to die. I would like to go out in a blaze of glory, myself, or maybe simply disappear someday, far out in the heart of the wilderness I love, all by myself, alone with the Universe and whatever God may happen to be looking on. Disappear - and never return. That's my fantasy.

Heart, May, Want

Edward Abbey (2006). “Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast”

To be alive is to take risks; to be always safe and secure is death.

Risk, Alive, Safe

I believe in nothing that I cannot touch, kiss, embrace.... The rest is only hearsay.

Believe, Kissing, Belief

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.14, RosettaBooks

There is a fine art to making enemies and it requires diligent cultivation. It's not as easy as it looks.

Art, Enemy, Looks

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

The function of an ideal is not to be realized but, like that of the North Star, to serve as a guiding point.

Stars, Function, North Star

All governments require enemy governments.

Government, Enemy

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.17, RosettaBooks

The ideal society can be described, quite simply, as that in which no man has the power of means to coerce others.

Mean, Men, Ideal Society

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.17, RosettaBooks

Life is hard? True - but let's love it anyhow, though it breaks every bone in our bodies.

True Love, Life Is Hard, Hard Life

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

Don't talk to me about other worlds, separate realities, lost continents or invisible realms -- I know where I belong. Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.

Home, Reality, Other Worlds

Edward Abbey (1954). “Slumgullion stew: an Edward Abbey reader”, E P Dutton

Grown men do not need leaders.

Leadership, Maturity, Men

Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.17, RosettaBooks

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.

Rocks, Bird, Sun

Edward Abbey (1988). “Desert Solitaire”, p.186, University of Arizona Press

Great art is never perfect; perfect art is never great.

Art, Perfect, Ballet

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

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