I suppose that for most people one of the darker joys of gardening is that once you've got started it's not at all hard to find someone who knows a little bit less than you.

We quickly discovered that two kittens were much more fun than one.

I cannot walk into our garden without constantly being reminded of the friends who have shared their plants.

Gardening transcends everything that otherwise divides us.

I know of no common interest that exceeds gardening as a source of lifelong friendships, nor as a means of making new friends almost constantly.

Plants are the original chemists. Their sophistication makes DuPont and Monsanto look like little kids with chemistry sets.

A powerful hand lens [Eschenback Leutchlupe] with a focused beam of light opens up an entire world below the threshold of the ordinary experience of seeing.

Crabgrass is aptly descriptive of this hated weed, for it does scuttle quickly through a lawn.

We can plant to suit the needs of the birds and other wildlife that find a haven and a habitat on our home ground, and we can understand that to do so is a moral dictate, not a personal whim.

But there is one place where a person can make choices that will lead in a small way toward greater sanity in dealing with the natural order. That place is the private garden.

In a well-made garden every day is new.

Hope holds you fast like an anchor so you don't give way.

I want people to know that I'm not just 'Chillin' It.' I'm a real person. There's heartbreak and trials, and I hope I put that in my music.

If anyone asks you what kind of music you play, tell him 'pop.' Don't tell him 'rock'n'roll' or they won't even let you in the hotel.

There is a subtle danger in a man thinking that he is "fixed" for life. It indicates that the next jolt of the wheel of progress is going to fling him off.

I'm very proud of the way that I was raised, I'm very proud of the way that my parents raised me.

Never neglect what you can do for yourself in the form of another.

Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

Come on," I said. "I've got some questions for Thoth. And then I'm going to punch him in the beak.

I love this cornbread so much, I wanna take it behind a middle school and get it pregnant.