Phil Robertson Quotes

When I was little, we lived on 8 acres and my mom had a horse. But when I was 7, my mom kicked my dad out, and then in order to feed us five kids, she got critters cheap or for free and raised them for food. We milked a cow, raised chickens, pigs and beef cattle. We heated our one-story house with wood and stayed cold all winter.

It has long been a childhood dream of mine to have a farm.

I feel blessed to have had such a background, where animals, food raising, harvesting and canning were a natural part of life.

I do remember how it was to be poor. I do remember that in my early years, we had to grow and raise all of our food, even our animals. And I remember in my early life, we didn't even have electricity. So it was very, very hard times then.

I've picked butter beans, okra, watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew. I've butchered pigs, chickens. We made our own sausage and pudding.

I grew up in a house with no running water, 16 miles from the closest place that had a post office. I had a very parochial view of the world.

Daddy had a farm - cows, pigs, OK, a big garden, OK? We did live off the land, and then we would supplement all that with whatever we could kill or catch. Whether we'd kill squirrels, deer, duck, or caught catfish or brim, that was what went on the table.

I grew up taking care of the pigs. I love this country that, you know, somebody can do something like that.

When we were on the farm, we were isolated, not just by geography but by the primitive living conditions: no electricity, no running water and, of course, no computer, no phone.

I grew up during the war years in a tiny cottage with no electricity. Water for washing was pumped from a pond. My brother and I had to fetch drinking water from a tap at the end of the lane, and light was from candles, paraffin lamps, and our nightly log fire.

I want to get a farm where I am going to live for the rest of my life. I like the idea of a secluded place.

Mali exists mostly to itself. Few people go there. Few Malians leave. Most of Mali's 13 million people live, and seem to live quite happily, off the rice, corn and millet they grow and the long-horn cattle and goats they keep.

Charles Wyly was born Oct 13, 1933, in Lake Providence, La., and for a period lived with his family in a shack without electricity or plumbing.

I grew up in a little funny town called Xuzhou, in the countryside, very poor. We didn't have hot water. We were four children: three girls and a boy.

We were sharecroppers - we were a little bit of everything. We farmed and tried to make something.

I actually would love to live in New York. But I need land; I need space. I'd love to move to a place where I could have a lot of land and a goat.

I'm one of five kids and we lived on a massive farm in New South Wales with my mum and dad.

I was a farm kid from the plains of South Venezuela, from a very poor family. I grew up in a palm tree house with an earthen floor.

I was born in a little town called Lund in British Columbia. It's like a fishing village. My parents were hippies. They tried to live off the land, so I grew up in a log cabin, and we didn't get running water until I was 4. The next year, we got electricity. Then we moved to the city, Victoria, British Columbia, so I could go to school.

I was born in the poor countryside. I was raised in the countryside, planting corn and selling sweets made by my grandmother.

We lived off the land in Italy.

I grew up in Gladstone, Alabama, on a dirt road, with an outside bathroom.

We killed our own hogs, we killed our own beef, we raised our own vegetables, which Mama canned. We did live off the land.

Homesteading is gone.

It would be nice to live off the land and fix cars.