To me, ‘Garden of Delete’ is a way of describing the idea that good things can bloom out of a negative situation. All the traumatic experiences I had during puberty, ugly memories and ugly thoughts in general can yield something good, like a record or whatever.
I’m a farmer! We have a farm that’s part of the National Tropical Botanical Garden on Maui, and we raise macadamia nuts.
On the weekends, some people garden; I slice salmon.
I’m never happy with what I’ve written. You imagine, before you start, there’s a cathedral, and the moment it starts on the page, it’s a garden shed. And then you just try to make it the best shed you can.
Well we have a tiny garden, it’s like a postage stamp, so generally we try to get out to the parks in London as much as possible.
A neighbour saw me, came round, and said I could earn another tenner if I did their garden. It wasn’t long before I was doing everyone’s gardens in the area and had my own little business. It got to the point where I even started employing one of my mates, who I paid 4 an hour.
I’m a huge garden and landscape fanatic.
One day at my grandmother’s house, I discovered ‘The Secret Garden’ and read it. This was the first book I found entirely for myself, and I cherished it.
I know I’m in a very fortunate position. I make a good living doing something I used to do for fun as a kid messing around in the garden. I’m in a fortunate position, so you try and give what you can, I guess.
Visiting gardens is bad for you. Not only does it encourage too much eating of cake but sets up all kinds of false notions that are ruinous to your garden back home.
I used to laugh at my friends who garden, but I now garden. You don’t even feel like you’re exercising. You’re having fun, and you’re being healthy at the same time.
I don’t rate Heat fans like I rate Knicks fans. We are true basketball fans. No matter what – rain, sleet or snow, or even if we don’t make it to the playoffs for 10 years – the Garden stands are still full.
I have played quite a few Test matches in the back garden with my two brothers.
I grew up in Sedgefield, which is in the heart of the area along the Garden Route that has been ravaged by fire.
It was like my part-time job as a kid to be an adventurer… in my head. I used to sword-fight in the garden and in the park – with my Nan, of all people, with my Nan who can barely walk! I used to make her run around, and I’d go around destroying these trees and cones and stuff.
Well, I don’t use the toilet much to pee in. I almost always pee in the yard or the garden, because I like to pee on my estate.
I’ve lived in small rooms, flats, growing plants in pots on window sills. I’d have liked to have had a full-fledged garden with all kinds of flowers and plants. I’ve never had enough money to buy a big enough garden space.
It may sound surprising, but a joke and a crime novel work in very much the same way. The comedian/writer leads their audience along the garden path. The audience know what’s coming, or at least they think they do until they get hit from a direction they were not expecting.
I spent hours playing in the garden on my own. I used to play cricket with myself. I never remember thinking, I wish I had a brother or sister. I had a lot of friends, and that was fine.
The Garden is my favorite arena.
My father read ‘The New York Times,’ my mother did secretarial work, we had a dog, we had a garden, I had a brother.
God gave our first parents the food He designed that the race should eat. It was contrary to His plan to have the life of any creature taken. There was to be no death in Eden. The fruit of the trees in the garden was the food man’s wants required.
Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France – that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?
‘Safe Harbor’ is a state of mind… it’s the place – in reality or metaphor – to which one goes in times of trouble or worry. It can be a friendship, marriage, church, garden, beach, poem, prayer, or song.
My second pro fight was at Madison Square Garden, on the undercard of Naseem Hamed’s fight against Kevin Kelley.
I want a house with a garden, but slap bang in the centre of London. Next door to a sushi bar.
And we have a little herb garden, which survived the winter thanks to global warming. It makes me feel like a cool, old Italian housewife, that I kept my rosemary alive outside all winter.
I have a very nice garden and extraordinary markets, where there are products from the earth and the sea, in the French Basque country.
I do mostly British projects, and for family reasons and life reasons Britain’s my home, where I have a lovely garden.
How can you be content to be in the world like tulips in a garden, to make a fine show, and be good for nothing.
Taste every fruit of every tree in the garden at least once. It is an insult to creation not to experience it fully. Temperance is wickedness.
There’s no palette as rich as a garden. And the intensity of it – I make this statement all the time: You can’t plan nature; you court her.
I’m here at Madison Square Garden as world champion and have a world champion’s mentality, the pressures on to defend my belt – this is what champions do.
The madness of spring is so enticing. I love it when things are opening up and emerging from the ground. I also love the middle of summer when fruit is bursting forth, but I even love the garden in the winter when everything is resting.
There’s this weird game called ‘Blueberry Garden.’ For that game an artist recorded some piano music, but evidently he only had a really terrible microphone on top of the piano, and I really liked it and wanted to experiment with that. So, I made piano recording and really mangled it, and kept experimenting with the technique.
I never promised you a rose garden.
I have two garden parties a year to avoid going out to dinner.
Back in August 2013, when Obama entertained the White House press corps in the Rose Garden to explain that he wasn’t quite as eager to upbraid Bashar Assad as he might have inadvertently led them earlier to believe, the U.N. High Commissioner for Refugees counted about two million Syrians in its refugee statistics.
Education is very important, and the botanical garden is the place to do that. I grew up in a semi-rural area and learned from that being my playground.
My husband will tell you one of the most frequent questions he gets from world leaders is, ‘How’s your wife’s garden?’
In Surrey, we’re surrounded by countryside and wildlife. And I love my garden. My father was never more at peace than when he was in his garden. I’ve inherited his green fingers.
I’ve realized that I really like spending time in the countryside and having a garden.
I fell in love with stories watching a British television puppet show called ‘Thunderbirds’ when it first came out on TV, about 1965, so I would have been 4 or 5 years old. I went out into the garden at my mom and dad’s house, and I used to play with my little dinky toys, little cars and trucks and things.
Generally my typical books have lots of twists and turns a big surprise ending and then usually another surprise at the end and ideally, as in Garden of Beasts, we get to the very end and we find at the last few pages that there’s yet another surprise.
Of course, my family helped me, my brothers helped me, but after I set up my own office I had to really help myself. Some people seem to think I had an oil well in my garden! It’s a nice idea but not true.
I heard on public radio recently, there’s a thing called Weed Dating. Singles get together in a garden and weed and then they take turns, they keep matching up with other people. Two people will weed down one row and switch over with two other people. It’s in Vermont. I don’t think I’d be very good at Weed Dating.
Madison Square Garden was always one of my favorite places to play because of the great enthusiasm of the fans. They were always fair to an out-of-town guy like me.
I have a garden, and I’m passionately interested in young people.
Well tended garden is better than a neglected wood lot.
I am always happy up a ladder with a paintbrush in my hand. And I wish I had more time to spend in the garden – not least because I get good ideas for writing when I’m out there.
When I was still at school, I’d help Dad at the concrete yard he had prior to the garden centre. I was doing things there, like driving the tractors and forklifts, that most kids my age couldn’t.
I hate roses. Don’t you? It’s all right if you can hide them in a cutting garden, but I think a rose garden is the height of ick.
We have lots of roadside stands in Norfolk where you can just pick up vegetables that people have grown in their garden and put the money in a pot.
As human beings, we are the only organisms that create for the sheer stupid pleasure of doing so. Whether it’s laying out a garden, composing a new tune on the piano, writing a bit of poetry, manipulating a digital photo, redecorating a room, or inventing a new chili recipe – we are happiest when we are creating.
I walk out to my backyard garden at certain times of the year, and I can’t get 30 feet without stopping for 20 minutes because the goumis need trimming.
I was raised on a farm in Kansas where we lived next door to my Grandma Dew, and I was her shadow. We went everywhere together – to the bank, the doctor, the Early Bird Garden Club, and to an endless procession of Church meetings.
