For f*ck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood" ~Zsadist.
I hunt deer because I love the entire process; the preparation, the excitement, and sustained suspense of trying to match my woods lore against the f….
An ordinary hole beside a path through the woods might begin to open to altered worlds..
The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmured longing of the wood..
What life can I live that will let me breathe in and out and love somebody or something and not run off screaming into the woods?.
In woods where the woodsmen told lies, maybe it was the wolves who told the truth..
We've been everywhere around Northwest. I was biking until the clouds came. We'll go in the woods, we'll go up and down the river. I love the woods i….
There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood..
Because I can’t live without Della. I don’t want to. She’s the reason I get up in the mornings - Woods.
Meditation is like a single log of wood. Insight and investigation are one end of the log; calm and concentration are the other end. If you lift up t….
One beast and only one howls in the woods by night..
The wood was better before I cut it, than after. I did not improve it in any way..
It is not solid wood that can become a flute, but the empty reed..
Wood burns faster when you have to cut and chop it yourself..
What can you do. You get a name, you're called 'Thomas Bernhard', and it stays that way for the rest of your life. And if at some point you go for a ….
I like making things. I have a wood shop at home. I am a terrible carpenter but I love doing it..
Knock on wood, my groupies tend to be very artistic, creative people - sometimes way more creative than I am..
There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds..
All I'm saying is once you've been out in the woods and heard the things I've heard, you'd believe in Big Foot and the chupacabra..
The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods..
Thus was my first year's life in the woods completed; and the second year was similar to it. I finally left Walden September 6th,1847..