Editing is like pruning the rose bush you thought was so…

“Writing a novel is like pottery. Your initial draft of your story is like a lump of clay. Editing is like shaping that piece…

— Monika Pardon

“Editing is like walking across a room strewn with rose petals and thorns. When you can walk across mostly unbloodied, you're finished.”

— Richard Due

“Writing is like making love, editing is like giving your great grandfather a sponge bath.”

— Midnight Taylor

There is no way of making a hedge grow like pruning it. There is no way of making sex interesting like repressing it.

— Alan Watts

“Education is like pruning ; it wrecks the natural growth of the tree in favour of a form that is useful to commercial society”

— Tom Hodgkinson

My goal is to strip things down so that you need just the right amount of words or shape to convey what you need…

— Maya Lin

“Ever seen a two-year-old tattering around a garden? There might be a poison ivy, or rose bushes or hawthorne around the edges. There might…

— Andy Lane

California is the only state in the union where you can fall asleep under a rose bush in full bloom and freeze to death.

— W. C. Fields

“Almost Easter Shaking bone meal from my bare hands into the rose bed where only one bush grows, I feel as if I’m scattering…

— Felicia Mitchell

You can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.

— Abraham Lincoln

Golf isn't just about hitting a lot of drivers. I grew up playing on my front lawn, chipping and putting into soup cans, out…

— Amy Alcott

I earned my first steady paycheck watering rose bushes at a nursery for a dollar an hour.

— John Grisham

The new wrinkle is that escalating advances in technology are nourishing the narcissistic ego the way chicken manure nourishes a rose bush, while exploding…

— Tom Robbins

“The real strength of the rose bush is not in the flowers but in the roots and the branches.”

— Dorcas Kareithi

“Hugh and Fiona stood off to one side, their hands linked and foreheads touching, saying goodbye in their own quiet way. Finally, we'd all…

— Ransom Riggs