"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
In writing, fidelity to fact leads eventually to the poetry of truth.
Wilderness begins in the human mind.
My computer tells me that in twenty-five years there will be no more computers.
Belief in the supernatural reflects a failure of the imagination.
Put the park rangers to work. Lazy scheming loafers, they've wasted too many years selling tickets at toll booths and sitting behind desks filling out charts and tables