What ideal, immutable Platonic cloud could equal the beauty and perfection of any ordinary everyday cloud floating over, say, Tuba City, Arizona, on a hot day in June? – Edward Abbey
Say what you like about my bloody murderous government, I says, but dont insult me poor bleedin country. – Edward Abbey
I dont see how poetry can ever be easy… Real poetry, the thick, dense, intense, complicated stuff that lives and endures, requires blood sweat; blood and sweat are essential elements in poetry as well as behind it. – Edward Abbey
That which today calls itself science gives us more and more information, and indigestible glut of information, and less and less understanding. – Edward Abbey
It was the farthest she had ever been from home, not only in miles but in feeling. The vastness of the desert frightened her. Everything looked too far away, even the cloudless sky. There was nowhere you could hide in such emptiness. – James Carlos Blake, The Rules of Wolfe: A Border Noir, 2013