In the American Southwest, I began a lifelong love affair with a pile of rock.

Generally speaking, it's a matter of only mild intellectual interest to me whether the earth goes around the sun or the sun goes around the earth. In fact, I don't care a rat's ass either way.

Alaska's chief attractions are: (a) its small and insignificant human population, thanks to the miserable climate; and (b) its large and magnificent wildlife population, thanks to (a). Both of these attractions are being rapidly diminished, however, by (c) the Law of Growth and Space-Age Sleaze.

My own best books have not been published. In fact, they've not even been written yet.

One thing worse than self-hatred is chiggers.

In everything but brains and brawn, women are vastly superior to men. A different race.

The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space.