You don't know what the Chinese expect in the way of beauty. The presentation is just a farce. You come into a room filled with 50 people and they don't talk to you. There's very little interaction.

Los Angeles is like a beauty parlor at the end of the universe.

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.

Beauty must appeal to the senses, must provide us with immediate enjoyment, must impress us or insinuate itself into us without any effort on our part.

The ideal has many names, and beauty is but one of them.