Vladimir Nabokov was a writer who cared nothing for music and whose favorite sport was the pursuit, capture, and murder of butterflies. This explains many things; for example, the fact that Nabokov's novels, for all their elegance and wit, resemble nothing so much as butterflies pinned to a board: pretty but dead; symmetrical but stiff.
Edward AbbeyLife is hard? True - but let's love it anyhow, though it breaks every bone in our bodies.
Edward Abbey"If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture--that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves." E.Abbey
Edward AbbeyMoney confers the power to command the labor of others. Love of money is love of power. And love of power is the root of evil.
Edward Abbey