We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may not ever need to go there. - Edward Abbey

I do love you. I’d be one miserable and lonesome man without you around.

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. A ruthless, brutal process — but clean and beautiful.

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.