By the age of forty, a man is responsible for his face. And his fate.

God bless America. Let's try to save some of it.

The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyong reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see.

Balance, that's the secret. Moderate extremism. The best of both worlds.

Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.

Suicide: Don't knock it if you ain't tried it.

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.