#desert

The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante's paradise could equal it. One breath of juniper smoke, like the perfume of sagebrush after rain, evokes in magical catalysis, like certain music, the space and light and clarity and piercing strangeness of the American West. Long may it burn. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#fire #juniper #nature #nature-writing #equality

I'm just going to put out three or four releases a year and make it so that if you like the Desert Sessions, then you'll definitely like everything else. ↗

— Joshua Homme

#desert #else #everything #four #going

Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie. ↗

— John le Carre

#dust #like #make #mud #out

The devout have laid out gardens in the desert. ↗

— Robert Duncan

#devout #gardens #laid #out

Whatever you are by nature, keep to it; never desert your line of talent. Be what nature intended you for, and you will succeed. ↗

— Sydney Smith

#intended #keep #line #nature #never

The ought to be a worldwide cultural taskforce that just stops you when you have ideas like combining The Red Desert with an armored car heist movie. ↗

— Steven Soderbergh

#car #combining #cultural #desert #ideas

I lived in small town out in the desert and my friend used to steal his mom's car in the middle of the night. He'd drive over to my house, I'd sneak out and we'd go out to the desert and just burn things down. ↗

— Mark Hoppus

#car #desert #down #drive #friend

They're not shooting me for deserting the United Stated Army - thousands of guys have done that. They're shooting me for bread I stole when I was 12 years old. ↗

— Eddie Slovik

#bread #deserting #done #guys #i

I'd rather have a search engine or a compiler on a deserted island than a game. ↗

— John Carmack

#deserted #engine #game #i #island

One mile farther and I come to a second grave beside the road, nameless like the other, marked only with the dull blue-black stones of the badlands. I do not pause this time. The more often you stop the more difficult it is to continue. Stop too long and they cover you with rocks. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#desert #death