A city man is a home anywhere, for all big cities are much alike. But a country man has a place where he belongs, where he always returns, and where, when the time comes, he is willing to die.

It seems clear at last that our love for the natural world-Nature-is the only means by which we can requite God's obvious love for it.

The only thing left worth saving is wilderness.

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

How to Overthrow the System: brew your own beer; kick in your Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your own cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.

It is true that some of my fiction was based on actual events. But the events took place after the fiction was written.

When the situation is desperate, it is too late to be serious. Be playful.