The real biographies of poets are like those of birds, almost identical - their data are in the way they sound. A poet's biography lies in his twists of language, in his meters, rhymes, and metaphors.
When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.
There's a lot of us out here that are birds, man. We all need to just fly.
Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.
The dispersal of juniper seeds is effected by the plum and cherry plan of hiring birds at the cost of their board, and thus obtaining the use of a pair of extra good wings.
One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.
It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.
Hear the birds? Sometimes I like to pretend that I'm deaf and I try to imagine what it's like not to be able to hear them. It's not that bad.
I feel like 'Birds in the Trap' seem united; it's just metaphor for ones in their box that are stuck and can't get their creative idea out.
I think the sea swallowed dozens of tea sets - tossed in abandon off liners or consigned to the tide by jilted brides. I collected a shiver of china bits, with borders of larkspur and birds or braids of daisies. No two patterns ever matched.
By the time I was 10 or 12, I had discovered the lure of the romance genre - and the dusty copy of 'The Thorn Birds' on my parents' bookshelf.
I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered.
My early business ventures included growing Christmas trees and breeding birds.
When birds burp, it must taste like bugs.
Writing songs is like capturing birds without killing them. Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers.
Many of the birds Audubon painted are now extinct, and still we go on killing them, more or less casually, with our pesticides and wires and machinery.
I was raised in South Carolina; I wasn't aware of any art in South Carolina. There was a minor museum in Charleston, which had nothing of interest in it. It showed local artists, paintings of birds.
There was very little art in my childhood. I was raised in South Carolina; I wasn't aware of any art in South Carolina. There was a minor museum in Charleston, which had nothing of interest in it. It showed local artists, paintings of birds.
