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

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.

“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.”