I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.
I don’t need plastic in my body to validate me as a woman.
Beauty doesn’t need ornaments. Softness can’t bear the weight of ornaments.
Beauty is only temporary, but your mind lasts you a lifetime.
Beauty is our weapon against nature; by it we make objects, giving them limit, symmetry, proportion. Beauty halts and freezes the melting flux of nature.