ripples on the waves
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2002.08.26
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twenty-eight years and a million words
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I'd see the publicity guy come on the set and I'd go hide in the rafters. The crew would be like, ‘I haven't seen him.' And then they'd leave and I'd go back to work. Because that's what's fun: the doing, not the talking.
—Kurt Russell