I Can't Help Being Christian

I Wonder What It Means When Americans Say I'm An American. In Britain The Culture Is Basically The Same From One End Of The Country To The Other. And When I Came Here And I Saw Americans Who Live, I Don't Know, In You Know, Northwestern California As Opposed To Americans Who Live In Louisiana, As Opposed To Americans Who Live In The Nevada Desert. English Even Is Literally A Picture That I Have In My Mind Of An Oak Tree In The Field, A Single Oak In A Green Field. And Also When I Think Of My Russian Roots, It's The Landscape That I Connect With As More Than Maybe The Poetry Or The Drama.

Love Is A Command To Rise To One's Highest Potential, The Best And Noblest Vision Of Ourselves. Love Is A Reward, The Greatest We Can Earn, Granted To Us For The Moral Qualities We Have Achieved In Our Lives.

I Knew I Wanted To Engage In The World Of The Imagination, But It Was Not Economically Feasible For Me To Study Acting, So I Went To A Teachers' Training College.

My Dad's Russian. My Mother's English. I Would Say My Bottom Half Is Russian.

Fresh From A Costume Fitting, Where I Had Been Posing In Front Of The Mirror Assuming What I Thought Was A Strong Position - Arms Folded, Butch-looking...you Know - I Met With The Woman In Charge Of Holloway Police Station. She Gave Me The Most Invaluable Advice: Never Let Them See You Cry, And Never Cross Your Arms. When I Asked Why, She Said 'because It Is A Defensive Action And Therefore Weak.