Frasi di Edward Abbey
Edward Abbey
Data di nascita: 29. Gennaio 1927
Data di morte: 14. Marzo 1989
Edward Paul Abbey è stato uno scrittore statunitense, noto per il suo interesse per l'ambiente e l'ecologia.
Tra i suoi scritti più famosi si può citare I sabotatori che divenne il testo ispiratore di molti movimenti ambientalisti e dei cosiddetti ecoterroristi, lo stesso titolo venne usato come neologismo per definire l'azione di sabotaggio contro le cosiddette corporation a salvaguardia dell'ambiente e degli spazi incontaminati.
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„La violenza è americana quanto la torta di mele.“
— Edward Abbey
da I sabotatori
„Equilibrio, questo è il segreto. Moderato estremismo.“
— Edward Abbey
da Bedrock and Paradox
„Dottrine fantastiche (come il cristianesimo, l'islamismo o il marxismo) richiedono la fede unanime. Ma se qualcuno lancia dei dubbi sul credo di milioni, ecco che compaiono paura e odio, camere a gas e di tortura, la forca, i lavori forzati e i reparti di psichiatria.“
— Edward Abbey
da A Voice Crying in the Wilderness (Vox Clamantis in Deserto): Notes from a Secret Journal, St. Martin's Press, 1989
„The earth will survive our most ingenious folly.“
— Edward Abbey
Context: The earth is not a mechanism but an organism, a being with its own life and its own reasons, where the support and sustenance of the human animal is incidental. If man in his newfound power and vanity persists in the attempt to remake the planet in his own image, he will succeed only in destroying himself — not the planet. The earth will survive our most ingenious folly.
“Shadows from the Big Woods”, p. 225
„I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.“
— Edward Abbey
Context: One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am — a reluctant enthusiast... a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.
Quoted in Saving Nature's Legacy : Protecting and Restoring Biodiversity (1994) by Reed F. Noss, Allen Y. Cooperrider, and Rodger Schlickeisen, p. 338
„To be everywhere at once is to be nowhere forever, if you ask me.“
— Edward Abbey
Context: There are some good things to be said about walking. Not many, but some. Walking takes longer, for example, than any other known form of locomotion except crawling. Thus it stretches time and prolongs life. Life is already too short to waste on speed. I have a friend who's always in a hurry; he never gets anywhere. Walking makes the world much bigger and thus more interesting. You have time to observe the details. The utopian technologists foresee a future for us in which distance is annihilated and anyone can transport himself anywhere, instantly. Big deal, Buckminster. To be everywhere at once is to be nowhere forever, if you ask me. <!-- π
"Walking", p. 205
