That's the ugliest thing I ever saw.
To artist Peter Hurd, on seeing his official portrait for the first time:
Look, it's my misery that I have to paint this kind of painting, it's your misery that you have to love it, and the price of the misery is thirteen hundred and fifty dollars.
...I'm so over the tattoos and the T-shirts and rings through the noses. It's not pretty, it's not pleasant, it's not exciting. Please stop it now.
Saw Washington Monument. Phallic. Appalling. A national catastrophe.
There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting.
I don't enjoy art.
I've worn some ugly shoes.
I think 1973 was the nadir of fashion. When you watch the coverage from that era, you're struck by the astonishing ugliness of the clothes.
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
A win by an unsound combination, however showy, fills me with artistic horror.