The labourer's muscle is that of a cart-horse, his motions lumbering and slow.
I work very hard on the writing, writing and rewriting and trying to weed out the lumber.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day.
In externals we advance with lightening express speed, in modes of thought and sympathy we lumber on in stage-coach fashion.
My wife and I said good-bye the next morning in a little sheltered place among the lumber on the wharf; she was one of your women who never like to do their crying before folks. She climbed on the pile of lumber and sat down, a little flushed and qui...
If a tree falls in the forest and kills your ex-wife, what do you do with the lumber?
Inspector Kemp: [holds up his wooden arm] To the lumber yard!
I’m a dinosaur, he thought, lumbering through a world where truthtellers are despised.
What an unappealing responsibility that is to lumber any prospective lover with: the need to be a saviour, not simply an equal partner.
Without imagination, writing is a stack of lumber, a sack of nails, and a locked tool shed.
A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose into the open.
I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.
The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!
Writers don't always know what they mean - that's why they write. Their work stands in for them. On the page, the reader meets the authoritative, perfected self; in life, the writer is lumbered with the uncertain, imperfect one.
Our ties are deep and long-standing. We are dependent on each other. And no matter what the issue of the day, whether it be softwood lumber, whether it be a war in Iraq, we need to continue to work together.
Look at the bark of a redwood, and you see moss. If you peer beneath the bits and pieces of the moss, you'll see toads, small insects, a whole host of life that prospers in that miniature environment. A lumberman will look at a forest and see so many...
My father moved out to Park City in in the mid-'70s and lived in a Winnebago behind a hippie joint called Utah Coal & Lumber that was one of only two or three restaurants at that time. Park City was a sleepy little mining town, with not a condo in si...
Most countries are static, and they need to do is keep having babies. But America's like this big old clanking smoking machine that just lumbers across the landscape scooping up and eating everything in sight.
Most countries are static, all they need to do is keep having babies. But America's like this big old clanking smoking machine that just lumbers across the landscape scooping up and eating everything in sight.
A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.
