“I never saw a painting that would not be improved by the addition of tropical fish.” —John Cooper Clarke
One need not be golden to be pretty, but if not being pretty, one is being seafood.
Sometimes, when the water is quiet, you can almost hear the fish laughing at you.
Pretty is a hole in the water with more sparkle than a bubble.
If I made fins and eyes and scales, I would arrest its movement, give a pattern or shape of reality. I want just the flash of its spirit.
One that floats on its back and leaves its homework to snails, however finely veiled, isn’t pretty.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom’s school.
Never mistake being pretty for good taste. Good taste is the seafood from the hole in the water outside aquarium school.
All men are equal before fish.
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