The Monkey Wrench Gang

He recalled Dr. Sarvis' favorite apothegm: When the situation is hopeless, there's nothing to worry about.

My job is to save the fucking wilderness. I don't know anything else worth saving.

Poor Hayduke: won all his arguments but lost his immortal soul.

“What do we know? What do we really know? He licks his dried cracked lips. We know this apodictic rock beneath our feet. That dogmatic sun above our heads. The world of dreams, the agony of love and the foreknowledge of death. That is all we know. And all we need to know? Challenge that statement. I challenge that statement. With what? I don't know.”

“Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wilderness and freedom, lay the trap of madness.”

What's more American than violence?" Hayduke wanted to know. "Violence, it's as American as pizza pie.

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