America has given me everything Australia couldn't. I grew up on a dairy farm. Now I live in Isleworth, a gated community in Orlando with Tiger Woods down the street.
If you can hit your 3- and 5-woods with confidence from the fairway, par 5s become birdie opportunities, and 420-yard par 4s are a lot less scary.
I used to get on a stove wood pile at 5-6 years old and I would have a piece of stove wood and kindling bark as a pick, and I was a star.
Georgie Weiss: Why would Lugosi wanna do a sex-change flick? Edward D. Wood, Jr.: Because he's my friend!
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: I'm a movie director. Tor Johnson: Movies? You mean like the Mickey Mouse?
I don't like boys. They're kind of annoying.
People live like birds in the woods: When the time comes, each must take flight.
When you take a knife away from a child, give him a piece of wood instead.
Bela Lugosi: Karloff? Sidekick? FUCK YOU! Karloff did not deserve to smell my shit! That limey cocksucker can rot in Hell for all I care! Edward D. Wood, Jr.: What happened? Bela Lugosi: How dare that asshole bring up Karloff? You think it takes tale...
[watching Tor Johnsson at his wrestling match] Bunny Breckinridge: Guess where I'm going next week. Edward D. Wood, Jr.: I don't know. Where? Bunny Breckinridge: Mexico. Guess what I'm doing when I get there. Edward D. Wood, Jr.: I don't know. Lie on...
The woods that I loved as a child are entirely gone. The woods that I loved as a young adult are gone. The woods that most recently I walked in are not gone, but they’re full of bicycle trails. And this is happening to the world, and I think it is ...
Edward D. Wood, Jr.: [after Thor Johnson bumps into a scenery wall while walking through a door making the wall shudder] Ok, and CUT! PERFECT! PRINT IT! Cameraman Bill: Don't you wanna do another take Ed? Seems like big baldy had some problems gettin...
[Bunny Breckenridge is being baptized] Reverend Lemon: Welcome to the fold, brother. Welcome. Praise the lord, brother. Do you reject Satan and all his evils? Bunny Breckinridge: Sure. [after his baptism, Bunny swims towards Ed Wood] Bunny Breckinrid...
Life was indeed good for a Wolf-Creature in the deep woods who had found his very own little red-headed chew toy.
There are men everywhere who talk and talk, saying nothing. I am afraid I am becoming one of that kind.
One of the places where we lived when I was growing up had this big wood out the back. And starting when I was about 8, I used to enjoy just walking alone through the wood late. Eleven p.m. Midnight. Later.
The tree leaves rustled like that noise e-books make when you turn the page.
In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.
Hunters will tell you that a moose is a wily and ferocious forest creature. Nonsense. A moose is a cow drawn by a three-year-old.
There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there was one who heard The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood And knew what the man Wished to sing, And with that the singer was content.
Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of Godlight’ in the woods of our experience.
