I abhor a hoe. I am fond of flowers but not of dirt, and had rather buy them than cultivate them.

I don't write poems. I don't give flowers to girls... yet.

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

I named all my children after flowers. There's Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial.

I like doing food as a focal point on my table. It is not like going out and buying flowers or candles, which are expensive.

Flowers make me irrationally happy.

There's no dearth of kindness in this world of ours; Only in our blindness we gather thorns for flowers.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

I usually spend Valentines Day with my friends. But if I did have a girlfriend, I'd bring her flowers and candy.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

The Kennedys tried to avoid using the big U-shaped table, but when they couldn't, they had several tricks - including keeping the flowers simple - to keep it from appearing overly stiff and formal.

I just did what I loved - flowers and rock n' roll. Pretty and punk. I was largely inspired by my dancing school classes and costumes.

Flowers would be wasted on me. I don't like valentines. I don't need gifts. I'm a pragmatic romantic.

Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization.

No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.

When I was little, I'd pick flowers wherever I traveled with my mom, then dry them, cover them with resin, and turn them into paperweights.

When Nate and I got married, instead of flowers we had these quartz and rock crystals everywhere.

Nearly every season, I make the acquaintance of one or more new flowers. It takes years to exhaust the botanical treasures of any one considerable neighborhood, unless one makes a dead set at it, like an herbalist.

The women in Europe think I'm the Beatles, they throw me flowers.

I've named a couple things after Edgar Allan Poe: the cat, and my garden upstate, where I only planted black flowers and purple flowers - and there's a raven statue.