Woods echoed in waves of green into the distance.

“A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the woods, I thought,…

— Craig Davidson

Instead of finding himself in nerd heaven—where every nerd gets fifty-eight virgins to role-play with—he woke up in Robert Wood Johnson with two broken…

— Junot Diaz

All the earth is at rest and is quiet: they are bursting into song. Even the trees of the wood are glad over you,…

— Isaiah

Tentatively I stood a great lump of wood on the chopping block and bought the axe down on it. It flew into two perfect…

— Helen Garner

Sometimes change came all at once, with a sound like a fire taking hold of dry wood and paper, with a roar that rose…

— Anna Quindlen

Fortunately, like most children, I had learned what is most valuable, most indispensable for life before school years began, taught by apple trees, by…

— Hermann Hesse

Weekend planning is a prime time to apply the Deathbed Priority Test: On your deathbed, will you wish you'd spent more prime weekend hours…

— Hal Borland

It's sometimes better to pretend I don't hear the sound of somebody in the nearby woods with a shotgun.

— Dashiell Hammett

The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black…

— Mo Yan

When I chop wood, I chop wood. When I carry water, I carry water.

— Layman Pang

Whenever we touch nature we get clean. People who have got dirty through too much civilization take a walk in the woods, or a…

— Carl Jung

A man has a right to use a saw, an axe, a plane, separately; may he not combine their uses on the same piece…

— Thomas Jefferson

She'd read once that if you ran into a bear in the woods you should avoid eye contact and you shouldn't run away, but…

— Anne Ursu

Outside Buckingham Palace, the Royal Standard flies only when the reigning monarch is in residence. Sadly, there's no similar flag outside The Woods Jupiter,…

— Steve Rushin

O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost…

— John Milton