No Matter How Thin You Slice It

No Matter How Thin You Slice It It's Still Baloney.

I Didn't Have Any Real Art Training, But When I Was About Twelve Nad Thirteen, Another Boy And I Went To A Sign Painter's House Every Friday Night And Took Lessons.

I, I Don't Think Anybody's Continually Happy, Uh, Except Idiots, You Know. You Know, You Have To Have Little Moments Of Depression.

And, Uh, I Did That, And There Was Nothing More Ridiculous To Me Than Finding The Weight Of The Earth Because I Didn't Care How Much The Earth Weighed.

Many Of The Younger Generation Know My Name In A Vague Way And Connect It With Grotesque Inventions, But Don't Believe That I Ever Existed As A Person. They Think I'm A Nonperson, Just A Name That Signifies A Tangled Web Of Pipes Or Wires Or Strings That Suggest Machinery. My Name To Them Is Like A Spiral Staircase, Veal Cutlets, Barber's Itch — Terms That Give You An Immediate Picture Of What They Mean.