One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothing can beat teamwork. - Edward Abbey

The black rock was sharp-edged, hot, and hard as corundum; it seemed not merely alien but impervious to life. Yet on the southern face of almost every rock the lichens grew, yellow, rusty-brown, yellow-green, like patches of dirty paint daubed on the stone.

Vonnegut is one of America's basic artists, a true and worthy heir to the grand tradition of Thoreau, Whitman, Twain, Dreiser, Traven, Tom Wolfe (the real Tom Wolfe, I mean) and Steinbeck. In other words, he writes out of a concern for justice, love, honesty, and hope.

I think it is far more important to save one square mile of wilderness, anywhere, by any means, than to produce another book on the subject.