At the very center of our culture is a crucified man, a tortured man hanging on a cross of wood. You have an image of violence at the very center of our spiritual investigation.
You know, there are good reasons to learn how to read. Poetry isn't one of them. I mean, so what if two roads go two ways in a wood? So what? Who cares if it made all that big a difference? What difference? And why should I have to guess what the difference is? Isn't that what he's supposed to say? Why can't poets just say what they want to say and then shut up?
One reason that we're so adaptable is that humans are excellent tool users and homebuilders. When our environment doesn't provide us with something that we need, we try to make it ourselves out of whatever is available, whether that's rock or wood or ore or DNA.
I once found a kernel of corn in the middle of a deep wood by Walden, tucked in behind a lichen on a pine, about as high as my head, either by a crow or a squirrel. It was a mile at least from any corn-field.
Everybody's seen a stream or a wood they knew replaced by a strip mall.
She might have melted a heart of stone, but nothing can melt a heart of wood.
You find yourself in the world, without any power, immovable as a rock, stupid, so to speak, as a log of wood.
The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmured longing of the wood.
I think [Phil Wood] didn't suffer fools gladly, but he loved supporting young people that loved the music.
you must not use wood to put out the fire.
We divorced ourselves from the materials of the earth, the rock, the wood, the iron ore; we looked to new materials which were cooked in vats, long complex derivatives of urine which we called plastic. They had no odor of the living,. . . their touch was alien to nature. . . . [They proliferated] like the matastases of cancer cells.
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck chlamydia?
Elijah Wood confirms his standing as the foremost actor of his generation. . . . Wood acts so eloquently with his sentient face and searching eyes that his job becomes one of concealing how redundant his spoken lines are - a tricky job he largely is able to bring off commendably.
You've got this piece of wood and some wires, pickups and some strings. How somebody uses that configuration to make something memorable, that's what's interesting to me.
The common objection to seniority pay is, "It's rewarding dead wood!" My response is, "Why do you hire dead wood? Or why do you hire live wood and kill it?"
I'd rather hop freights around the country and cook my food out of tin cans over wood fires, than be rich and have a home or work.
Come down off the cross, we could use the wood.
Bent metal is worse than bent wood and weight for weight is more flexible.
Like piles of dry wood with red-hot coals underneath.
When chess masters err, ordinary wood pushers tend to derive a measure of satisfaction, if not actual glee.