Belief in God? An afterlife? I believe in rock: this apodictic rock beneath my feet. Edward Abbey More Quotes by Edward Abbey More Quotes From Edward Abbey Death is every man's final critic. To die well you must live bravely. Edward Abbey finals critics men Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope. Edward Abbey finals may How did Haydn and Mozart produce such vast quantities of formally perfect art? They worked from a perfect formula. In music, Beethoven was the Great Emancipator. Edward Abbey produce perfect art Music begins where words leave off. Music expresses the inexpressible. If there is a Kingdom of Heaven, it lies in music. Edward Abbey kingdoms heaven lying Industrialism, whether of the capitalist or socialist coloration, is the Edward Abbey modern tyrants age It's true: Every time you kill an elk, you're saving some cow's life. Edward Abbey elk saving cows When riding my old Harley a ninety per at midnight down the Via Roma in Naples, I kept one consolation firmly in mind: If anything goes wrong, I'll never have time to regret it. Edward Abbey regret midnight mind 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. Edward Abbey feet may needs Money confers the power to command the labor of others. Love of money is love of power. And love of power is the root of evil. Edward Abbey and-love roots evil To be everywhere at once is to be nowhere forever, if you ask me. Edward Abbey ask-me asks forever Those art lovers who pride themselves mostly on *taste* usually possess no other talent. Edward Abbey pride taste art If wilderness is outlawed, only outlaws can save wilderness. Edward Abbey wilderness outlaw ifs If there's anything I hate, it's the vibraphone. And the cha-cha-cha. And Latin rhythms generally. Edward Abbey rhythm hate latin Our “neoconservatives” are neither new nor conservative, but old as Babylon and evil as Hell. Edward Abbey evil war peace For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant! Edward Abbey sunshine grandchildren flower I've never yet read a review of one of my own books that I couldn't have written much better myself. Edward Abbey reviews my-own book A world without open country would be universal jail. Edward Abbey jail would-be country Original sin, the true original sin, is the blind destruction for the sake of greed of this natural paradise which lies all around us-if only we were worthy of it. Edward Abbey paradise greed lying The national parks belong to everyone. To the people. To all of us. The government keeps saying so and maybe, in this one case at least, the government is telling the truth. Hard to believe, but possible. Edward Abbey government believe people A crowded society is a restrictive society; an overcrowded society becomes an authoritarian, repressive and murderous society. Edward Abbey crowded
