I wish to be
an inspector of volcanoes.
I want to study cloud formations
and memorize the wind
and learn by heart the habits of
the ponderosa pine. – Edward Abbey
Lightning streaks like gunfire through the clouds, volleys of thunder shake the air. – 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
Belief in God? An afterlife? I believe in rock: this apodictic rock beneath my feet. – Edward Abbey