If All The Ways I Have Been

I Don't Seek, I Find.

It Is Personality With A Penny's Worth Of Talent. Error Which Chances To Rise Above The Commonplace.

I Begin With An Idea And Then It Becomes Something Else.

When You Make A Thing, A Thing That Is New, It Is So Complicated Making It That It Is Bound To Be Ugly. But Those That Make It After You, They Don't Have To Worry About Making It. And They Can Make It Pretty, And So Everybody Can Like It When Others Make It After You

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.