The only thing left worth saving is wilderness.

Anyone not paranoid in this world must be crazy. . . . Speaking of paranoia, it's true that I do not know exactly who my enemies are. But that of course is exactly why I'm paranoid.

The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.

Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break....I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.

The artist's job? To be a miracle worker: make the blind see, the dull feel, the dead to live.

Reason has seldom failed us because it has seldom been tried.

Girls, like flowers, bloom but once. But once is enough.