Saving the world was merely a hobby. My *vocation* has been that of inspector of desert water holes.
The industrial corporation is the natural enemy of nature.
The world is older and bigger than we are. This is a hard truth for some folks to swallow.
War: First day in the U.S. Army, the government placed a Bible in my left hand, a bayonet in the other.
Why do I write? I write to entertain my friends and to exasperate our enemies. To unfold the folded lie, to record to truth of our time, and, of course, to promote esthetic bliss.
Running the big rapids is like sex: half the fun lies in the anticipation. Two thirds of the thrill with the approach. The remainder is only ecstasy-or darkness.
In marriage, the occasional catastrophic crisis is easier to manage than the daily routine.
The night I filled an inside straight: Even a blind hog's gonna root up an acorn once in a while.
As Mark Twain said, 'I love Wagner -- if only they'd cut out all that damned singing!'
Late in August the lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again, embrace a pine tree, cut my initials in the bark of an aspen, get bit by a mosquito, see a mountain bluebird, find a big blue columbine, get lost in the firs, hike above timberline, sunbathe on snow and eat some ice, climb the rocks and stand in the wind at the top of the world on the peak of Tukuhnikivats.
The world of employer and employee, like that of master and slave, debases both.
Anywhere, anytime, I'd sacrifice the finest nuance for a laugh, the most elegant trope for a smile.
The sexual revolution transformed the American West: Now even cowboys can get laid.
Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope.
Civilization is a youth with a molotov cocktail in his hand. Culture is the Soviet tank or L.A. cop that guns him down.
A man is not aware of his virtues (if any). Nevertheless, one hopes that they exist.
We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to live like men.
I would like to evoke the sense of wonder and magic in the reader but without invoking the mystical, the supernatural or the transcendent.
Ah yes, the head is full of books. The hard part is to force them down through the bloodstream and out through the fingers.
There's another disadvantage to the use of the flashlight: like many other mechanical gadgets it tends to separate a man from the world around him. If I switch it on my eyes adapt to it and I can see only the small pool of light it makes in front of me; I am isolated. Leaving the flashlight in my pocket where it belongs, I remain a part of the environment I walk through and my vision though limited has no sharp or definite boundary.
I, too, believe in fidelity. But how can I be true to one woman without being false to all the others?
Music begins where words leave off. Music expresses the inexpressible. If there is a Kingdom of Heaven, it lies in music.
The rifle and handgun are 'equalizers' -- the weapons of a democracy. Tanks and bombers represent dictatorship.
My books always make the best-seller lists in Wolf Hole, Arizona, and Hanksville, Utah.
It is not an easy thing to inflate a dog.
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