I am a saxophone player.

Jobs that require a suit upset me. They displease me much, as our world is rife with such superficial conformity.

I don't know what it is on an elemental level, but a beard in general evokes hedonism. It's a more lush personal grooming style. It's more comfortable and cozy; it's less sharp and angular and businesslike. I feel like a beard is more Hobbit-like, even though Hobbits themselves are clean-shaven.

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

I never went too long without a job. The problem was a lot of the early jobs are almost more demoralizing than unemployment.

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.

The world is split into two halves: the bacon, and the bacon eaters.