I Worked A Lot In Chicago's Theater

Turn Off Your Computer And Go Out Of Doors. Dig A Large Enough Hole To Transplant A Mature Apple Tree. Nurture The Tree, Feed It, Coddle It So That Its Fruit Will Be Ample, Bright And Firm. Practice Open-hand Strikes Against The Rough Bark Of The Trunk Until It's Time To Harvest. Choose The Champion Of Your Apple Crop, Pluck It From The Tree, And Beat Yourself About The Face And Tits With It Until Your Mettle Will Suffice.

I've Split My Life Between A Few Different Disciplines.

I Grew Up Among Farmers In Illinois And So You Always Have To Have The Tools You Might Need In The Eventuality Of A Flat Tire Or A Broken Window.

I Always Drastically Changed My Look For Each Role. It's Gotten A Little Tedious In Real Life, Also, Because There's No Hiding.

Not Only Do I Recommend Wendell Berry To Anyone Who Will Talk To Me For More Than Seven Seconds, But I Buy His Books In Quantity And Send Them To People. I Bought A Few Dozen Of His Newest, "our Only World."