Top 25 Orchard Quotes

While novels are fiction, mine are usually very close to my heart. Like my other books, ‘The Lemon Orchard’ is inspired by something I care about. I care so deeply. The stories are my dreams, and I want to do a lot of research. Roberto is based on a real live friend of mine named Armando who worked in my garden.

I have my own orchard, and I also work with the Bloomington Community Orchard, which has been one of the best experiences of my life.

I’m not a gardener. I don’t have the consistency for gardening, and I have barely enough for an orchard. I don’t embarrass myself. You have to be there tending and weeding. With orchards, you can go through negligent periods and recover.

I would play just about any role, male or female, in the Anton Chekov play ‘The Cherry Orchard,’ which I love.

There is no secret orchard where ideas grow. Oh my, do I wish there were.

My father gave me an old Olympia portable when I was in fourth grade. Our ancestors came from Ireland. Our family stories of immigration helped me understand more about my characters in ‘The Lemon Orchard.’

As September rolls into October, I become obsessed with apples. Now obviously this is provoked by the ripening fruit clustering on the trees in our orchard, but it is as though all things pomological ripen in me, too.

‘Suttree’ is a fat one, a book with rude, startling power and a flood of talk. Much of it takes place on the Tennessee River, and Cormac McCarthy, who has written ‘The Orchard Keeper’ and other novels, gives us a sense of river life that reads like a doomed ‘Huckleberry Finn.’

After clearing the land, planting the orchard, building the house and barn, and surviving the Great Depression, our father died suddenly one winter night when we were small, leaving us to learn about loss before we even knew its name.

I’m really glad I had those years working on the orchard alongside my husband.

Robin is one of the most native and democratic of our birds; he is one of the family, and seems much nearer to us than those rare, exotic visitants, as the orchard starling or rose-breasted grossbeak, with their distant, high-bred ways.

My grandparents owned an apple orchard when I was growing up – a lot of apples, cherries… now, actually, a lot of grapes, too, to be honest.

I grew up on an apple orchard with a lot of surrounding wooded area, and I ran everywhere. I was outside all the time climbing trees.

For ‘The Journal of Finn Reardon,’ I traveled to New York City and walked the streets where Finn and his friends would have lived, worked, and played. I visited the Tenement Museum on Orchard Street and toured an actual flat in which families like Finn’s might have lived.

Washington is nothing if not an orchard of absurdities, and poking fun at power brokers is neither sex blind nor for the faint of heart.

My earliest memory is dreamlike: in a small orchard or garden I am carried on the arm, I believe, of my father; there was a group of grown-ups, my mother among them, and the group was slowly walking in the orchard, it seems toward the house.

My parents live out in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of this peach orchard. It’s actually Peach County, one of the largest peach-growing counties in Georgia. It’s very rural, and there is nothing much going on, so I guess that’s had a big influence on everything as far as just not having much to do.

My first job out of college was six weeks of picking fruit alongside a dozen or so men from Mexico. The orchard was in Emmett, Idaho. The men spent almost nothing on themselves. Their paychecks went directly to their families back home.

He lives out in Orchard Park. I mean, to be able to sit on the bench so patiently, for whatever part, and to be able to get up and do something, with such heroic competencies would be great.

It’s true that I had a bucolic, truly peaceful childhood, growing up in a house next to our family’s orchard. We had a lot of books and art, but no electricity until I was eight years old. Since then, I have seen a lot of inner-city life, though.

I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.

We could not guard every water pipeline from being blown up and every tree from being uprooted. We could not prevent every murder of a worker in an orchard or a family in their beds.

‘The Cherry Orchard’ is a masterpiece, and there can never be too many adaptations.

I planted an orchard when I was 13. The impulse came from wanting to grow my own apples. That and the nursery catalog showed an apple tree with a beautiful girl standing under the fruit. Whether the flavor or the picture that did it, I’ve been hooked since.

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.