…letting the desert scratch its own thorny poetry on the enormous moon. – Douglas Woolf, Wall to Wall

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams. РAntoine de Saint-Exup̩ry

The Grand Canyon is carven deep by the master hand; it is the gulf of silence, widened in the desert; it is all time inscribing the naked rock; it is the book of earth. – Donald Culross Peattie, The Road of a Naturalist, 1941

Arizona looks like a battle on Mars. – Author unknown