The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn.
Edward AbbeyOpera: I like it, except for all those howling sopranos and caterwauling tenors. (Why can't tenors sing like men?)
Edward AbbeyA man's duty? To be ready -- with rifle or rood -- to defend his home when the showdown comes.
Edward Abbeymost of my wandering in the desert i've done alone. not so much from choice as from necessity - i generally prefer to go into places where no one else wants to go. i find that in contemplating the natural world my pleasure is greater if there are not too many others contemplating it with me, at the same time.
Edward Abbey