I was dirt-poor. I could barely hold down a job. Eventually, though, I started getting small parts on shows like 'Smallville,' 'Supernatural'. . . and lots of really bad sci-fi movies. I was running around the woods in wolf contacts, covered in fake blood made out of pancake syrup, roaring.
The American education system couldn't be more badly directed or poorly funded if the Secretary of Education were Ed Wood.
Forward, forward, men! Drive those fellows out of those woods! Forward! For God's sake forward!
It's definitely evolved from where it started - for 'Treat Me Like Fire,' I wanted something extremely wild because I was going to be running through the woods and I wanted it really nappy and crazy.
With Woods arms wrapped around me and the beat of his heart pressed against my chest, I knew he would hold me steady. If I ever fell, I’d have him to catch me.
[Phil Wood] knew about wine. He knew about food. He knew about art. He knew about classical music. He was interested in things.
He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.
The wanting was a wilderness and I had to find my own way out of the woods.
The brassy wood-pigeons Bubble their colourful voices, and the sun Rises upon a world well-tried and old.
Greene wood makes a hott fire.
But it seems that the wind is setting East, and the withering of all Woods may be drawing near.
Don't drag the engine, like an ignoramus, but bring wood and water and flame, like an engineer.
I think everybody gets caught up in superstitions. But I don't put much stock in them. . . knock on wood.
Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining.
I get constantly mistaken for Elijah Wood. I was in Japan and someone held out a photo of him for me to sign.
The movie Ed Wood, about the worst director of all time, was made to prepare us for Stargate.
Rationalism and Newtonian science has lured us into dark woods, but a new metaphysics can rescue us.
If a man says something in the woods and there are no women there, is he still wrong?
Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no human can hasten or retard.