But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence whose votary I was destined to be for life - namely Beauty.

My beauty icons are women whose images are self-created.

These women whose antics we smirk at good-naturedly in the pap-traps put themselves out there at least partly on their beauty they are in showbiz and showing what they've got is part of their business as much as it is for male show-ponies from the Chippendales to George Clooney.

Beauty is composed of an eternal invariable element whose quantity is extremely difficult to determine and a relative element which might be either by turns or all at once period fashion moral passion.

The human face is the organic seat of beauty. It is the register of value in development a record of Experience whose legitimate office is to perfect the life a legible language to those who will study it of the majestic mistress the soul.

Liturgy is like a strong tree whose beauty is derived from the continuous renewal of its leaves but whose strength comes from the old trunk with solid roots in the ground.

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.

I did this Super-8 film at art school called 'Tissues ' this black comedy about a family whose father has been arrested for child molestation. I was absolutely thrilled by every inch of it and would throw my projector in the back of my car and show it to anybody who would watch it.