EDWARD ABBEY QUOTES IV

American author (1927-1989)

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

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"Water", Desert Solitaire


The desert rat carries one distinction like a halo: he has learned to love the kind of country that most people find unlovable.

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Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside

Tags: desert


There is poetry and music in our technology, a beauty as touching as that of eagle, moss campion, raven or yonder limestone boulder shining under the Arctic sun.

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"Gather at the River", Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside

Tags: technology


When I write "paradise" I mean not only apple trees and golden women but also scorpions and tarantulas and flies, rattlesnakes and Gila monsters, sandstorms, volcanoes and earthquakes, bacteria and bear, cactus, yucca, bladderweed, ocotillo and mesquite, flash floods and quicksand, and yes -- disease and death and the rotting of flesh.

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"Down the River", Desert Solitaire

Tags: paradise


Violence, it's as American as pizza pie.

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The Monkey Wrench Gang

Tags: violence


What our economists call a depressed area almost always turns out to be a cleaner, freer, more livable place than most.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto)


Grab a woman. Help the movement. Liberate a woman tonight. You'll get stale out here in the woods, living like a bear. Your balls will shrink, your tongue grow stiff and heavy. Your mind will wither away. Whatever became of William Gatlin? Went mad flogging his bloody duff.

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The Serpents of Paradise

Tags: women


Money attracts because it gives us the means to command the labor and service and finally the lives of others--human or otherwise.

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The Serpents of Paradise

Tags: money


At that moment I was ready to forsake my other home, forsake my mother and father and little sister and all my friends, and spend the rest of my life in the desert eating cactus for lunch, drinking blood at cocktail time, and letting the ferocious sun flay me skin and soul. I'd gladly have traded parents, school, a college education and a career for one dependable saddle hourse. Later that night, of course, alone in bed, the deadly homesickness would strike me faint.

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Fire on the Mountain


Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second.

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Down the River

Tags: coffee


Nothing could be older than the daily news, nothing deader than yesterday's newspaper.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto)

Tags: newspapers


No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto)

Tags: tyranny


Oh! For love, for the painfully nourished, tenderly cherished, sweet frenzies illusion, the known-illusion within the globule of sentimental cynicism. For romantic love, then, I sacrifice honor, decensy, human kindness, charity, honesty, friendship and the future -- all, (ah!) for love!

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The Serpents of Paradise

Tags: love


When the biggest, richest, glassiest buildings in town are the banks, you know that town's in trouble.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto)

Tags: money


Each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful.

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"Cliffrose and Bayonets", Desert Solitaire

Tags: beauty


A cowboy is a hired hand on the middle of a horse contemplating the hind end of a cow.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto)


All living things on earth are kindred.

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"Serpents of Paradise", Desert Solitaire

Tags: life


I am not an atheist but an earthiest.

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"Down the River", Desert Solitaire

Tags: atheism


Where life is there is death, reasons the vulture, and where there's death there's hope.

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One Life at a Time, Please

Tags: death


Capitalism: Nothing so mean could be right. Greed is the ugliest of the capital sins.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto)

Tags: capitalism