Top 40 Barn Quotes

A Treasury Secretary or a President should be out here not fighting S&P, not grabbing the other coach and slapping him around, taking the umpire behind the barn. He should be getting the team psyched to overcome.

Mommy smoked but she didn’t want us to. She saw smoke coming out of the barn one time, so we got whipped.

As I look at the barn in my ninth decade, I see the no-smoking sign, rusted and tilting on the unpainted gray clapboard. My grandfather, born in 1875, milked his cattle there a century ago.

Well, ‘aerospace’ was really not a name in my young life. Flying airplanes was. And I got my first try at flying – just pure flying – by flying my ‘Superman’ cape off my daddy’s barn when I was about 5 years old.

The ranch was raw land when I bought it and, for better or worse, I have designed every aspect of it from the corrals, the arena, to the barn, to the house.

Do not let a flattering woman coax and wheedle you and deceive you; she is after your barn.

The years rolled their brutal course down the hill of time. Still poor, my clothes still smelling of the horse barn, still writing those doubtful poems where too much emotion clashed with too many words.

Any jackass can kick down a barn, but it takes a good carpenter to build one.

I remember one time my cousin telling me – she’s got four kids – she would pour the milk down the drain so she could drive to the Dairy Barn just to get out of the house.

My dream is to have a creativity barn, in my back yard, which is full of musical instruments and every kind of paint and oils and paper, and you can just go in and make something.

In my barn, everyone gets a fair and equal shot.

If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.

A barn with cattle and horses is the place to begin Christmas; after all, that’s where the original event happened, and that same smell was the first air that the Christ Child breathed.

Saudi Arabia is, of course, the keystone of OPEC. Saudi Arabia has had the distinction of remaining stable through all the escalating tumult of recent decades, reliably pumping out its roughly 10 million barrels a day like Bossy the cow in America’s oil import barn.

I’m not thin, but I’m strong – plus my balance is such that I can navigate a flight of stairs with a basket of laundry and a stack of Pottery Barn catalogs, vaulting over cat-and-dog hurdles, never once spilling my coffee.

The harsh truth is, most red-haired men look like blondes who’ve spoiled from lack of refrigeration. They look like brown-haired men who’ve been composted out behind the barn. Yet that same pigmentation that on a man can resemble leaf mold or junkyard rust, a woman wears like a tiara of rubies.

I have a studio in a barn at home – we rehearse there, we film there and we record there. It’s fun to hang out with my guys and see what comes out next.

I was Mary Poppins for Halloween when I was 3, with lipstick and a carpetbag. And I was Dorothy in ‘The Wizard of Oz’ in a production in my dad’s barn.

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 want people to be excited about cooling towers and megasheds; they’re as much part of our history as the rural barn.

I quite like antiques. I like things that are old and the history they bring with them. I would rather fly to Morocco on an $800 ticket and buy a chair for $300 than spend $1,100 on one at Pottery Barn.

I’m at the barn six days a week.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.

I’ve got one of those over-stuffed leather chairs from the Pottery Barn. It faces north. I live in San Francisco, so there’s the Golden Gate Bridge off to the left, and there’s Alcatraz off to the right, and I’ve got a pile of pulp fiction next to me, and there’s usually a decent bottle of red wine next to the fireplace.

Since we can’t count on the meat, egg, and dairy industries to protect animals from the most egregious forms of cruelty, what can we, as consumers, do? Opting out of paying someone to allow animals to die in a barn fire or at the slaughterhouse seems pretty reasonable.

My father kept me busy from dawn to dusk when I was a kid. When I wasn’t pitching hay, hauling corn or running a tractor, I was heaving a baseball into his mitt behind the barn… If all the parents in the country followed his rule, juvenile delinquency would be cut in half in a year’s time.

When I do entertain, in the summer, which is rare, I receive my guests on the front porch, set up wicker trays found at Pottery Barn, and serve iced beverages. Anytime I do welcome friends, it’s always a tray of canapes or Planters peanuts, jellied candy from Paris, and a good bottle of Sancerre.

I’m really proud of my partnership with Pottery Barn Kids.

We don’t see a lot of models for male social interaction. There’s sports and barn raisings.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

My tour manager, I met him at Boot Barn. He was selling me a pair of boots… and he said, ‘I moved to Nashville to be a tour manager, and I need work right now,’ and I said, ‘Man, I don’t even have a tour manager. So you can tour-manage me.’

I see this fella built like a barn door… and there’s all these fox hunters, who didn’t like me, screaming and shouting and as I walked past him I looked at him and he hit me with something.

Cars let us out of the barn and, while they were at it, destroyed the American nuclear family. As anyone who has had an American nuclear family can tell you, this was a relief to all concerned.

I used to see movies where they’d put on a play in a barn, but I’ve never played one.

A jackass can kick a barn down, but it takes a carpenter to build one.

This mug of mine is as plain as a barn door. Why should people pay 35 cents to look at it?

If someone as blessed as I am is not willing to clean out the barn, who will?

Never let it be said that the world of international economics isn’t exciting or adventurous. OK, I exaggerate, because not even the most imaginative mind could construe the annual meetings of the International Monetary Fund and World Bank to be a nail-biting barn burner.

I really wanted to find a piano for the farm house. There were so many free pianos on Craigslist, I thought, ‘Let’s get as many free pianos as we can and stick them all in the barn.’ I got eight in a short period of time, only six of which were tunable, but it’s still quite funny.