Edward Abbey
Edward Abbey
Edward Paul Abbeywas an American author and essayist noted for his advocacy of environmental issues, criticism of public land policies, and anarchist political views. His best-known works include the novel The Monkey Wrench Gang, which has been cited as an inspiration by radical environmental groups, and the non-fiction work Desert Solitaire...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionActivist
Date of Birth29 January 1927
CountryUnited States of America
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King Arthur and his armored goons of the Round Table functioned as the Politburo of a slave state: Camelot. Of all who have written on the Matter of Arthur, from Malory to White, only Mark Twain understood this. But Mark Twain was a great writer.
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Of all bores, the worst is the sparkling bore.
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The only thing left worth saving is wilderness.
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The sense of justice springs from self-respect; both are coeval with our birth. Children are born with an innate sense of justice; it usually takes twelve years of public schooling and four more years of college to beat it out of them.
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The rich are not very nice. That's why they're rich.
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A true conservative must necessarily be a conservationalist.
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Scientific method: There's a madness in the method.
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Beauty is only skin deep; ugliness goes all the way through.
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What is reason? Knowledge informed by sympathy, intelligence in the arms of love.
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Girls, like flowers, bloom but once. But once is enough.
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Industrialism, whether of the capitalist or socialist coloration, is the basic tyrant of the modern age.
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We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to go there. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.
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To be everywhere at once is to be nowhere forever, if you ask me.
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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.