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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.

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.

Edward Abbey
Nature, Heart, Clouds

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.

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

In this glare of brilliant emptiness, in this arid intensity of pure heat, in the heart of a weird solitude, great silence and grand desolution, all things recede to distrances out of reach, relecting light but impossible to touch, annihilating all thought and all that men have made to a spasm of whirling dust far out on the golden desert.

Edward Abbey
Heart, Men, Dust
Edward Abbey (1968). “Desert solitaire: a season in the wilderness”

If, as some say, evil lies in the hearts and not the institutions of men, then there's hardly a distinction worth making between, say, Hitler's Germany and Rebecca's Sunnybrook Farm.

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

It's all still there in heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure-they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days and years to come.

Edward Abbey
Pain, Heart, Journey
Edward Abbey (1984). “Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside”, p.49, Macmillan

Music clouds the intellect but clarifies the heart.

Edward Abbey
Heart, Clouds, Intellect
Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.40, RosettaBooks

Orthodoxy is a relaxation of the mind accompanied by a stiffening of the heart.

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

I am happy to be a regional writer. My region is the American West, old Mexico, West Virginia, New York, Europe, Australia, the human heart, and the male groin.

Edward Abbey
New York, Heart, Virginia
Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.30, RosettaBooks

Within minutes my 115-mile walk through the desert hills becomes a thing apart, a disjunct reality on the far side of a bottomless abyss, immediately beyond physical recollection.But it's all still there in my heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure-they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days to come, like a treasure found and then, voluntarily, surrendered. Returned to the mountains with my blessing. It leaves a golden glowing on the mind.

Edward Abbey
Pain, Heart, Blessing

We need wilderness because we are wild animals. Everyone needs a place where he can go to go crazy in peace. For the terror, freedom, and delirium. Because we need brutality and raw adventure, because men and women first learned to love in, under, and all around trees, because we need for every pair of feet and legs about ten leagues of naked nature, crags to leap from, mountains to measure by, deserts to finally die in when the heart fails.

Edward Abbey
Crazy, Heart, Adventure

Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world.

Edward Abbey
Lonely, Heart, Blood
"A Voice Crying in the Wilderness".

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