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 don't put a great deal of stock in art trophies.

If I had more time, I'd watch more woodworking or home-improvement shows, but, not enough hours in the day.

I think that purity creates not only a higher level of artistic vision but a purer work ethic.

Love one another, make something with your hands, and exalt the farmer.

Shut your damn mouth.

If properly dried and trimmed, New York-style pizza could be used to make a box for Chicago-style pizza.