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How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping, crawling, climbing creatures, the croaking things with wings

How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping, crawling, climbing creatures, the croaking things with wings that hang on rocks and soar through the fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas.

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

Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.

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

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.

Edward Abbey
Regret, Home, Pride

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.

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

A man's duty? To be ready -- with rifle or rood -- to defend his home when the showdown comes.

Edward Abbey
Home, Men, Rifles
Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.56, RosettaBooks

Water, water, water....There is no shortage of water in the desert but exactly the right amount , a perfect ratio of water to rock, water to sand, insuring that wide free open, generous spacing among plants and animals, homes and towns and cities, which makes the arid West so different from any other part of the nation. There is no lack of water here unless you try to establish a city where no city should be.

Edward Abbey
Home, Animal, Cities
Edward Abbey (1968). “Desert Solitaire”, p.126, Simon and Schuster

Home is where, when you have to go there, you probably shouldn't.

Edward Abbey
Home
Edward Abbey (1998). “The Fool's Progress: An Honest Novel”, p.10, Macmillan

We are befouling and destroying our own home, we are committing a slow but accelerating race suicide and life murder - planetary biocide. Now there is a mighty theme for a mighty book but a challenge to which no modern novelist or poet has yet responded. Where is our Melville, our Milton, our Thomas Mann when we need him most?

Edward Abbey
Suicide, Book, Home

The moral duty of the free writer is to begin his work at home: to be a critic of his own community, his own country, his own government, his own culture. The more freedom the writer possesses, the greater the moral obligation to play the role of critic.

Edward Abbey
Country, Home, Government
Edward Abbey (1996). “The Serpents of Paradise: A Reader”, p.373, Macmillan

A city man is a home anywhere, for all big cities are much alike. But a country man has a place where he belongs, where he always returns, and where, when the time comes, he is willing to die.

Edward Abbey
Country, Home, Men
Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.56, RosettaBooks

The longest journey begins with a single step, not with the turn of an ignition key. That’s the best thing about walking, the journey itself. It doesn’t much matter whether you get where you’re going or not. You’ll get there anyway. Every good hike brings you eventually back home. Right where you started.

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

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