Brian Jacques Quotes

If you want to cut down a tree, it is no use to climb into its branches.

When I was 17 - 16, my father and I cut wood all day long and I was swinging that crosscut saw and hauling wood.

You can cut down a tree with a hammer, but it takes about 30 days. If you trade the hammer for an ax, you can cut it down in about 30 minutes. The difference between 30 days and 30 minutes is skills.

Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

I could not chop down a tree if my life depended on it.

I went through a wood-chopping phase when I was nine or 10.

If you go to a tree with an ax and take five whacks at the tree every day, it doesn't matter if it's an oak or a redwood; eventually the tree has to fall down.

I have a new hobby and it's pretty much logging.

I cut down trees, I skip and jump, I like to press wild flowers. I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.

There was a willow hanging over the mill-pool and I learned to climb it. It belonged to a butcher on the Stratford Road, I think. One day they cut it down. They didn't do anything with it: the log just lay there. I never forgot that.

I had to learn how to chop wood actually - I don't think my dad would have let me go chop wood in the backyard growing up.

I have a tree man coming to trim the jacaranda in my front garden.

No matter how much money you make, no matter how famous you are, you're not above going outside and cutting trees. I do it all the time.

I spend a lot of time sizing up a tree before I fell it. Once it's down, I clear away the brush around the tree before I start cutting it into lengths so I won't trip and lose my balance with the chain saw running.

I knew the tree when it grew, and the tree is now gone. The farmers cut it up, and it's become firewood. And there's this tremendous sense of absence and shock and violence attendant to that collapsing tree.

Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I’m a happy man.

I am convinced that those who get themselves involved in the machinery of power politics, even for the purpose of destroying it, are bound to fail in their purpose. To destroy it we have to stay out of it. If we want to cut down a tree, it is of no use to climb into its branches. The desire to keep contact with something, even to destroy it, is a subtle and insidious illusion.

The axe and saw are insanely busy, chips are flying thick as snowflakes, and every summer thousands of acres of priceless forests, with their underbrush, soil, springs, climate, scenery, and religion, are vanishing away in clouds of smoke, while, except in the national parks, not one forest guard is employed.

What is that in his hand?" "A cleaver. As in-" "Butcher's knife." "You got it." "I hope not." "He does not look happy." "Are you sure it's a he?" "I don't want to know.

A knife is neither true nor false, but anyone impaled on its blade is in error.

I don't think that any law enforcement got in trouble for the event in Eugene where police sprayed the tree-sitters who were protesting the cutting of the trees for the parking garage.

He who cuts down woods beyond a certain limit exterminates birds.

When a tree, a natural product, is felled, is society put into possession of no greater produce than that of the mere labour of the woodman?

I have taken film-work that has been a little more cliché-written, to support myself and my family, and that's a whole kind of other challenge. It's like chopping wood: You've got to take what you can get and bless what withstands you. But in theatre! There's enough great theatre that you can find something interesting!

Since half of all trees cut go to making paper, the only meaningful way to address destruction of our forest is to change the way paper is made.