I enjoy almost all of the game we kill. I only like to eat game that I have cleaned. I guess duck… — Phil Robertson Copy Share Image
Most people don't realize that large pieces of coral, which have been painted brown and attached to the skull by common wood… — Cindy Adams Copy Share Image
Well-makers lead the water (wherever they like) ; fletchers bend the arrow ; carpenters bend a log of wood ; wise people fashion themselves. — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
And see the rivers how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun, Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave,… — John Dyer Copy Share Image
We wanted to grow, and we were really over the circus theme at that point. We went out in the woods and… — Ryan Ross Copy Share Image
I loved Thirteen and I loved Pretty Persuasion, and was always just so blown away by her [Rachel Evan Wood]. It was… — Ellen Page Copy Share Image
“If a tree falls in the woods when no one is there, does it still make a noise? If a girl dies… — Lisa Jahn-Clough Copy Share Image
I come to the point of using steel, and simply cannot. It's like the marriage proposal of a perfectly eligible man who… — Anne Truitt Copy Share Image
Every ending is arbitrary, because the end is where you write The end. A period, a dot of punctuation, a point of… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“When I consider that the nobler animal have been exterminated here - the cougar, the panther, lynx, wolverine, wolf, bear, moose, dear,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
There were so many bands in New Orleans. But most of the musicians had day jobs, you know -- trades. They were… — Zutty Singleton Copy Share Image
The core of the film [Hunt for the Wilderpeople] is that relationship. Whether they're getting on or whether they're not. If that… — Sam Neill Copy Share Image
“If you're a boy, any display of sensitivity is gay. Compassion is gay. Crying is supergay. Reading is usually gay. Certain songs… — Gavin Extence Copy Share Image
Look, I admit you seem like a decent person. For all I know you stop and move turtles out of the road… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
You should look at certain walls stained with damp, or at stones of uneven color. If you have to invent some backgrounds… — Leonardo da Vinci Copy Share Image
What the U.S. does is it continues to print money when the economic situation gets difficult. This is what happened in the… — Alejandro Castro Espin Copy Share Image
I'm a country boy. I grew up kicking around the woods, riding dirt bikes, playing football, climbing rocks and all that good… — Taylor Kinney Copy Share Image
And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion… — Paul Harding Copy Share Image
We Americans, in most states at least, have not yet experienced a bear-less, eagle-less, cat- less, wolf-less woods. Germany strove for maximum… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
You can't completely control the sport - Tiger Woods comes close. The test is against yourself and nature's own way. I find… — Robert Redford Copy Share Image
Earth does not understand her child, Who from the loud gregarious town Returns, depleted and defiled, To the still woods, to fling… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
I've grown up in Mumbai, did college from Mumbai, many colleges, actually - Jai Hind, Ruia, Andrews, Wilson, Whistling Woods... Then I… — Prateik Babbar Copy Share Image
As a child, I used to have a secret dread - and a recurring nightmare - of the whole world becoming city,… — W. S. Merwin Copy Share Image
The impression of wood-grain... must be considered, not only as regards texture and visibility, but for the occasional possibility of the expression… — Walter J. Phillips Copy Share Image
But when you read a book, what you see are black squiggles on pulped wood or, increasingly, dark pixels on a pale… — Mohsin Hamid Copy Share Image
Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid. Ain't nothing in the woods going to hurt you unless you corner… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
You run into people who want to write poetry who don't want to read anything in the tradition. That's like wanting to… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
She's a shiksa goddess and a trapeze artist, all of that. She can fix the truck...she's outta this world...she's bold, inventive and… — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
A familiar name cannot make a man less strange to me. It may be given to a savage who retains in secret… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road, The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode Among the… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
I'm not a city kind of guy. I'm happiest when I'm tromping through the woods. That's why I don't live in Los… — Aidan Quinn Copy Share Image
I collect old rusty hand tools and sharpen and polish them, then use them to build things out of walnut and cherry… — John Grogan Copy Share Image
When I would re-create myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most interminable and to the citizen, most dismal, swamp.… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Silena appeared out of the woods, her sword drawn. Her Aphrodite armour was pink and red, colour coordinated to match her clothes… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
The real jewel of my disease-ridden woodlot is the prothonotary warbler. ... The flash of his gold-and-blue plumage amid the dank decay… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
Drip, drip, the rain comes falling, Rain in the woods, rain on the sea; Even the little waves, beaten, come crawling As… — James Herbert Copy Share Image
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“The woods can be a bit strange. It takes a long time to feel you belong there and then you never again… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
Long enough I had heard of irrelevant things; now at length I was glad to make acquaintance with the light that dwells… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image