Sam: What's the word that's burning in your heart?
Mark: I'm okay with being unimpressive. I sleep better.
Sam: Wow! I cannot believe you're not retarded!
Olivia: Could we move the crime scene into the kitchen?
Olivia: Samantha, put the clothes in the dryer and bury Jelly.
Chance the Gardener: All I've got left is that room upstairs.
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
I got involved in Gateway National Park and just became fascinated with gardens.
Be your own politics, grow your own garden, and maybe you can help out more.
I have a garden, and I collect different heirloom seeds from different neighbors.
From too much love of living From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shal...
Do you know why you’re here?' the doctor said. Clumsiness. Clumsiness is the first and then we have a list: lazy, wayward, headstrong, fat, ugly, mean, tactless, and cruel. Also a liar. That category includes subheads: (a) False blindness, imaginar...
And suddenly it came to him. That Strawberry Fields garden he'd come from, and the Freedom Tower he'd been thinking of: taken together, didn't they contain the two words that said it all about this city, the two words that really mattered? It seemed ...
What was more needed by this old man who divided the leisure hours of his life, where he had so little leisure, between gardening in the daytime, and contemplation at night? Was not this narrow enclosure, with the sky for a background, enough to enab...
...a new day was starting, the things of the garden were not concerned with our troubles. A blackbird ran across the rose-garden to the lawns in swift, short rushes, stopping now and again to stab at the earth with his yellow beak. A thrush, too, wen...
All zoos, even the most enlightened, are built upon the idea both beguiling and repellent—the notion that we can seek out the wildness of the world and behold its beauty, but that we must first contain that wildness. Zoos argue that they are fighti...
There are no innocent people in a guilty nation.
Love was the result of having caught a glimpse of another's loneliness.
I have lots of passions - gardens, art, music and reading. I have eclectic taste and read a huge variety of books.
If the devil ever raised a garden, the Everglades was it.
When the gardeners are good, the flower will bloom.
