We don’t live in the Garden. We live far from Eden. Every life is full of heartaches. Every life, frankly, is unspeakably sad.
All decisions at the Garden I make on my own.
I’ve found a place that would amaze you. People used to live there, but now it’s all overgrown and no one goes there. Absolutely no one – only me… Just a little house and a garden. And two dogs.
I want lots of kids and I want a garden and I hope to stay married to my husband. I hope to be working in some way that fulfils me.
President Obama has expressed his commitment to responsible stewardship of our land, water, and other natural resources. And one way of restoring the land to its natural condition is what we are doing here today – breaking pavement for the People’s Garden.
No one will understand a Japanese garden until you’ve walked through one, and you hear the crunch underfoot, and you smell it, and you experience it over time. Now there’s no photograph or any movie that can give you that experience.
My house and my garden are built as part of nature, not over it.
When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.
We’ve got a wood-burning pizza oven in the garden – a luxury, I know, but it’s one of the best investments I’ve ever made.
Temptation has been here ever since the Garden of Eden.
They can certainly expect to be very impressed with the technical aspects of the show, fooled and led up the garden path by the story and ultimately have a jolly good laugh!
Elton wanted a garden. They were building all afternoon while we were rehearsing. And then they built a fountain for Elton. And he said, I was only joking!
I loved working with Renoir on ‘The Southerner.’ Oh, I loved it! I particularly loved when he had a scene with a cow going through a garden, and he wanted a little dog to come and bark at it and chase it out.
The Garden Bridge has not found its right moment, but I hope one day it will and that London continues to be open to ideas that make life here better.
The Southern California arena rock, hair metal, laidback hippie garden culture – for many growing up in the ’70s and ’80s, none of it made us who we were like Lou Reed did.
Tomorrow I will have new competitors such as Google, Microsoft, and Facebook coming into my garden. I’d rather focus on the competition of tomorrow than combine with the competition of today.
My favourite plant is the foxglove. I think they are a perfect balance between being a garden plant and a wild plant, as at home in woodland as they are in a city.
My first proper kitchen was this funny little club that we set up in Mercer Street in Covent Garden. It got shut down. Then I worked at a club in Notting Hill.
‘Green Garden’ is about beauty and joy and lush green and dance and excitement and smiling from within.
It’s easy for me to care about Toronto, because Toronto is a community that cares about itself. It represents the world. It talks to itself, and because it does, it figures out that there must be a music garden as part of its existence.
I grew up on a working farm. It was small, a hundred acres, but we had cows and pigs and chickens and sheep and a vegetable garden. I spent hours pulling weeds, hoeing, feeding the horses, cleaning out the stalls. My dad was a tough taskmaster. I always worked, but we also had fun.
I garden in my Brooks Brothers pajamas and straw hat.
When I would go into Madison Square Garden, I wasn’t the most popular guy. Madison Square Garden, there’s 16,000 Puerto Ricans with knives and great radios and stuff.
There is no reason why the Louvre should be your favourite gallery just because it has the grandest collections in France, any more than Kew should necessarily be a favourite garden because it has the largest assemblage of plants, or Tesco your chosen shop because it has the widest variety of canned beans.
I think of myself as the little girl Renoir painted with the watering can. I loved the garden colors.
One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded.
From everything I can read about Aussie spiders, it seems like all they really like doing is hiding in your house or garden or car until you ‘accidentally’ disturb them – probably by doing something crazy like putting on the shoe they are lurking in – and they can officially bite you to pieces.
There’s so much more that I want to do. Of course it’s great what has happened so far: Ultra, Coachella, EDC. But still, production-wise and show-wise, I’d love to play a show at Madison Square Garden. Stuff like that is beyond my imagination.
I miss playing basketball and the city of Portland and the Rose Garden.
We got to play Madison Square Garden before. I mean, that was like a dream. There is something about the lights and the huge arenas that is really special, but nothing can quite compare to those intimate shows where it’s sold out, and it’s a thousand people.
There’s great value to knitting or digging up your garden or chopping up vegetables for soup, because you’re taking some time away from turning the pages, answering your emails, talking to people on the phone, and you’re letting your brain process whatever is stuck up in there.
In Naples, Fla., I met a self-made man, a multimillionaire, whose round penthouse apartment is home to Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Claude Monet, Henry Moore, and Mickey Mantle. He had purchased the most coveted items auctioned by the Mantle family at Madison Square Garden in December 2003.
A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.
At places like Chelsea, often the garden displays are so big and grand that you’d never be able to have them at home.
Tools can rule men sooner than they expect; the plow makes man the lord of the garden but also the refugee from the dust bowl.
I am always more interested in people than plants. Nature doesn’t make gardens, people make gardens. And the story of a garden is always the story of a person.
In ‘Garden Party’ or ’40 Days and 40 Nights,’ I played characters who people don’t necessarily like; I just find some humanity in them.
I love the little garden in the back of my family’s brownstone in Brooklyn. Digging out there in the dirt is a joy for me, although by the time August rolls around and my roses have black spot, I need the break winter provides.
Madison Square Garden to any New York kid is the center of the universe. Even going there as a fan is like stepping up to the plate at Yankee Stadium. You know you’re in the grand cathedral.
In the garden of our house, when I was three. My brothers and I had a jumping wall. I remember it as enormously high, but it was probably only about a foot and a half.
I do sometimes joke that I’m Tarzan and Ben’s Jane when it comes to dealing with spiders or if there’s dead things in the garden.
At the weekends, I usually have around 50 kids running around in my back garden. They are all friends of my kids. I know all their names. We have barbecues, put up tents, and play soccer. I love it.
At Roden Crater, I was interested in taking the cultural artifice of art out into the natural surround. I wanted the work to be enfolded in nature in such a way that light from the sun, moon and stars empowered the spaces. I wanted to bring culture to the natural surround as if one was designing a garden.
I remember as a student going to Covent Garden, where they took out the stall seats and you hunkered down on the floor – I heard Pavarotti in Tosca there, and the experience of being in that same room with that astonishing voice has never left me.
For breakfast, I usually have a slice of bread with some homemade jam made from fruit from the garden; the type of jam depends on what particular fruit is being harvested. I learned how to make it from my mother.
Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?
The first time that I saw people actually make the thing that I wrote was my first episode of ‘Six Feet Under.’ It was called ‘Back To The Garden.’
Think about all the great boxers who have fought here, starting with Muhammad Ali. And as well as all that, I believe I will be the first boxer from Liverpool to appear at the Garden.
The year after Russell retired, in the famous seventh game of the NBA Finals at Madison Square Garden, Willis Reed, the New York Knicks center, limped onto the court against the Los Angeles Lakers, inspiring his team and freezing Chamberlain into a benign perplexity.
In North Germany, a troublesome ghost is bagged, and the bag emptied in some lone spot or in the garden of a neighbour against whom a grudge is entertained.
My first memory of the Garden, it’s probably like any other kid in New York: it’s either watching the Knicks win the championship or Muhammed Ali against Joe Frazier.
In England, we’d leave school at 15 and go on to a college, and I went to further education in a town called Welling Garden City. I fully immersed myself in bohemia there, which included poetry and modern art, jazz, philosophy, social radicalism.
Like many women, I stay active juggling many aspects of a very full life! I’m a busy mom. I also love to travel, garden, cook and volunteer at my kids school.
