The best American writers have come from the hinterlands -- Mark Twain, Theodore Dreiser, Jack London, Hemingway, Faulkner, Wolfe, Steinbeck. Most of them never even went to college.

Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world.

Terrorism: deadly violence against humans and other living things, usually conducted by government against its own people.

All forms of government are pernicious, including good government.

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

How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping, crawling, climbing creatures, the croaking things with wings that hang on rocks and soar through the fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas.

The ideal society can be described, quite simply, as that in which no man has the power of means to coerce others.