Edward Abbey

1927 - 1989

A Quote by Edward Paul Abbey on belief and credo

I believe in nothing that I cannot touch, kiss, embrace… The rest is only hearsay.

Edward Abbey (1927 - 1989)

Source: A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto): Notes from a Secret Journal, Pages: 13

Contributed by: Tsuya

A Quote by Edward Paul Abbey on leaders, leadership, responsibility, and self-governance

Grown men do not need leaders.

Edward Abbey (1927 - 1989)

Source: A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto): Notes from a Secret Journal, Pages: 20

Contributed by: Tsuya

A Quote by Edward Paul Abbey on belief, credo, manifesto, tangibles, and reality

Belief?  What do I believe in?  I believe in sun.  In rock.  In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock. I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers, eagles, storm, drums, flutes, banjos, and broom-tailed horses…

Edward Abbey (1927 - 1989)

Source: A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto): Notes from a Secret Journal, Pages: 7

Contributed by: Tsuya

A Quote by Edward Paul Abbey on reality, relativism, existentialism, philosophy, and language

Beware the writer who always encloses the word "reality" in quotation marks: He's trying to slip something over on you. Or into you.

Edward Abbey (1927 - 1989)

Source: A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto): Notes from a Secret Journal, Pages: 13

Contributed by: Tsuya

A Quote by Edward Paul Abbey on diet, eating, raw food, raw, veganism, vegetarianism, spirituality, and obsession

Nobody seems more obsessed by diet than our anti-materialist, otherworldly, New Age, spiritual types.  But if the material world is merely illusion, an honest guru should be as content with Budweiser and bratwurst as with raw carrot juice, tofu, and seaweed slime.

Edward Abbey (1927 - 1989)

Source: A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto): Notes from a Secret Journal, Pages: 17

Contributed by: Tsuya

A Quote by Edward Paul Abbey on nature, wilderness, the power of littles, and strength

Concrete is heavy; iron is hard - but the grass will prevail.

Edward Abbey (1927 - 1989)

Source: A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto): Notes from a Secret Journal, Pages: 88

Contributed by: Tsuya

A Quote by Edward Paul Abbey on contact, nature, exposure, devotion, prostration, control, and inside

In the first place you can't see anything from a car; you've got to get out of the goddamned contraption and walk, better yet crawl, on hands and knees, over the sandstone and through the thornbush and cactus. When traces of blood begin to mark your trail you'll begin to see something, maybe. Probably not.

Edward Abbey (1927 - 1989)

Source: Desert Solitaire

Contributed by: Joel

A Quote by Edward Paul Abbey on earth, place, and home

This is the most beautiful place on Earth.  There are many such places.  Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.

Edward Abbey (1927 - 1989)

Source: Desert Solitaire, p.1

Contributed by: ingebrita

A Quote by Edward Paul Abbey on wilderness

Why wilderness? Because we like the taste of freedom; because we like the smell of danger.

Edward Abbey (1927 - 1989)

Contributed by: Amanda

A Quote by Edward Paul Abbey on benediction, blessing, and wilderness

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets' towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you beyond the next turning of the canyon walls.

Edward Abbey (1927 - 1989)

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