Remember this practical piece of advice: Never come into the theatre with mud on your feet. Leave your dust and dirt outside. Check your little worries, squabbles, petty difficulties with your outside clothing - all the things that ruin your life and draw your attention away from your art - at the door.
I was born in 1940 in Minnesota and grew up in the country. . . dirt roads, swamps, lakes, woods.
The first time I passed through the country (Switzerland) I had the impression it was swept down with a broom from one end to the other every morning by housewives who dumped all the dirt in Italy.
We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.
I don't keep diaries anymore; They're quite incriminating. I just keep all the dirt road diaries in my head.
Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.
Ego is even worse than dirt and filth because it attacks others.
I may not yet be as old as dirt, but dirt and I are starting to have an awful lot in common.
I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.
Sing sweet, but put a little dirt in it.
Have a little faith, kick a little dirt.
My mom knows what it's like to keep a dirt floor clean.
Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.
We are the shadow cast by real people. And that shadow changes shape as the news cycle changes shape, so you always have fresh dirt to dig in.
You stick your nose in the dirt until you find something that smells good.
Every day is one day closer to the dirt, so you got to go hard.
Dirt has been shrewdly termed "misplaced material.
If there is a Nobel prize for dirt and filth, India will win it, no doubt.
The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.
What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice. Up again, you shall never be so afraid of a tumble.