Edward Abbey Quotes
“Ugly brutes, bound for a summer in the high meadows and then the slaughterhouse – too bloody good for them, I was thinking.” (28) “He had good luck – I envy him the manner of his going: to die alone, on rock under sun at the brink of the unknown, like a wolf, like a great bird, seems to me very good fortune indeed.” (70) “The plow of mortality drives through the stubble, turns over rocks and sod and weeds to cover the old, the worn-out, the husks, shells, empty seedpods and sapless roots, clearing the field for the next crop.” (72)
