EDWARD ABBEY QUOTES II

American author (1927-1989)


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When the situation is hopeless, there's nothing to worry about.

EDWARD ABBEY
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The Monkey Wrench Gang


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Nobody seems more obsessed by diet than our anti-materialist, otherworldly, New Age, spiritual types. But if the material world is merely an illusion, an honest guru should be as content with Budweiser and bratwurst as with raw carrot juice, tofu, and seaweed slime.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness

Tags: diet, food


Contempt for animal life leads to contempt for human life.

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One Life at a Time, Please

Tags: animals


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


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.

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Abbey's Road

Tags: guns


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


A pessimist is simply an optimist in full possession of the facts.

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Hayduke Lives

Tags: pessimism


God is a sound people make when they're too tired to think anymore.

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

Tags: God


I'm a humanist; I'd rather kill a man than a snake.

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"Serpents of Paradise", Desert Solitaire


Let us hope our weapons are never needed -- but do not forget what the common people of this nation knew when they demanded the Bill of Rights: An armed citizenry is the first defense, the best defense, and the final defense against tyranny.

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Abbey's Road

Tags: guns


All living things on earth are kindred.

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"Serpents of Paradise", Desert Solitaire

Tags: life


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


Civilization, like an airplane in flight, survives only as it keeps going forward.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness

Tags: civilization, survival


The tragedy of modern war is not so much that the young men die but that they die fighting each other--instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness

Tags: war, death


The distrust of wit is the beginning of tyranny.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness

Tags: wit, tyranny


Society is like a stew. If you don't keep it stirred up, you get a lot of scum on top.

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A Voice Crying in the Wilderness

Tags: society


Walking is the only form of transportation in which a man proceeds erect -- like a man -- on his own legs, under his own power. There is immense satisfaction in that.

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Postcards from Ed

Tags: walking


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

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Abbey's Road


Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am -- a reluctant enthusiast ... a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure.

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attributed, Saving Nature's Legacy


Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary. A houseboat in Kashmir, a view down Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, a gray gothic farmhouse two stories high at the end of a red dog road in the Allegheny Mountains, a cabin on the shore of a blue lake in spruce and fir country, a greasy alley near the Hoboken waterfront, or even, possibly, for those of a less demanding sensibility, the world to be seen from a comfortable apartment high in the tender, velvety smog of Manhattan, Chicago, Paris, Tokyo, Rio, or Rome -- there's no limit to the human capacity for the homing sentiment.

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"The First Morning", Desert Solitaire

Tags: home