Both the cross and the gallows are made of wood.
One chops the wood, the other does the grunting.
The way to begin healing the wounds of the world is to treasure the Infant Christ in us; to be not the castle but the cradle of Christ; and, in rocking that cradle to the rhythm of love, to swing the whole world back into the beat of the Music of Ete...
...as if Hollywood were the name of the enchanted forest where you loose yourself and find yourself, again; the wood that changes you; the wood where you go mad; the wood where the shadows life longer than you do.
I don't have contempt for Tiger Woods.
Nobody else is Tiger Woods. Not on this planet.
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Is something wrong, Bela?
Margo Dunne: [discussing what kind of wood item Nick is going to give to Amy for their 5th wedding anniversary, the "wood" anniversary] So what are you going to give her? Nick Dunne: I don't know, there's nothing good for wood. Margo Dunne: I know wh...
In small woods may be caught large hares.
Better a bed of wood than a bier of gold.
A chip on the shoulder indicates wood higher up.
If envy would burn, there would be no use for wood.
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: ...and then, Dr. Vornoff falls into the pit, and his own octupus attacks and eats him. The end. Old Man McCoy: Whew! That's quite a story. Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Yes. Old Man McCoy: So, uh, you made the movie, and now you wanna mak...
James Woods is great. I actually did a movie with James Woods in 2000: 'John Q.'
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: We don't have a permit. Run!
[repeated line] Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Cut! That was perfect!
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime, grab some dinner, maybe? Vampira: You mean a date? I thought you were a fag. Edward D. Wood, Jr.: No, no, I'm just a transvestite.
Reverend Lemon: [sees Ed come out in drag] Mr. Wood, what do you think you're doing! Edward D. Wood, Jr.: I'm directing. Ed Reynolds: Not like *that* you're not. Reverend Lemon: Remove that getup immediately. You shame our lord.
Wood already touched by fire is not hard to set alight.
The block of wood should not dictate to the carver.
Where you saw wood, there the sawdust will fall.
