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
Lightning streaks like gunfire through the clouds, volleys of thunder shake the air. – Edward Abbey
Say what you like about my bloody murderous government, I says, but dont insult me poor bleedin country. – Edward Abbey
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