In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.) – Edward Abbey
Society is like a stew. If you dont stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top. – Edward Abbey
In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.) – Edward Abbey
Society is like a stew. If you dont stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top. – Edward Abbey
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. – Edward Abbey
The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other – instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals. – Edward Abbey