I can't - I'll chop off my own foot!" "If you're going to chop off anyone's foot, chop off Benedict's," Will muttered.
One chops the wood, the other does the grunting.
If you want to kill a snake, chop off its head.
One chops the wood, and the other shouts "Oh, my back!"
When I was a kid, I used to think pork chops and karate chops were the same thing.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth
I had to learn how to chop wood actually - I don't think my dad would have let me go chop wood in the backyard growing up.
A hand that has been chopped off cannot steal any more.
I do endless chopping and preparing things. I really find that relaxing. I do a lot of thinking as I am chopping and cooking.
[Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop...
Kiss the hand of your enemy if you cannot chop it off: Envy has no rest.
When you chop off a snake's head all you are left with is a piece of rope.
You can chop a man's head off, but you can't keep him quiet.
I like to say, 'Chop suey's the biggest culinary joke that one culture has ever played on another,' because chop suey, if you translate into Chinese, means 'tsap sui,' which, if you translate back, means 'odds and ends.'
You've got to be careful of guys trying to chop-block you. You know, running backs, the receivers. You've got to just hope that your knees are fine and you can avoid those chop blocks.
Aim for the chopping block. If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing. Aim past the wood, aim through the wood; aim for the chopping block.
You must chop down the tree that gives too much or too little shade.
If something that was going to chop off your head only knocked off your cap, you should be grateful.
Let me tell you something. A man ain’t a goddamn ax. Chopping, hacking, busting every goddamn minute of the day. Things get to him. Things he can’t chop down because they’re inside.
It's all chop-change chop-change with you. Either go out with me and treat me nicely, or leave me alone. As I say, I am not interested in fuckwittage.
Love is like encountering a forest and having to chop down every tree but one. Oh, and you have to chop down each tree by hugging it until it falls.
