We know this apodictic rock beneath our feet. That dogmatic sun above our heads. The world of dreams, the agony of love and the foresight of death. That is all we know. And all we need to know? Challenge that statement.
Edward AbbeyIt is true that some of my fiction was based on actual events. But the events took place after the fiction was written.
Edward AbbeyThe ideal kitchen-sink novel: Throw in everything but the kitchen sink. Then add the kitchen sink.
Edward AbbeyWe are befouling and destroying our own home, we are committing a slow but accelerating race suicide and life murder - planetary biocide. Now there is a mighty theme for a mighty book but a challenge to which no modern novelist or poet has yet responded. Where is our Melville, our Milton, our Thomas Mann when we need him most?
Edward Abbey