PLAYBOY: Well, what IS perfection to you? STREISAND: Perfection is like a wine velvet snapdragon or a tuberous begonia, the smell of a gardenia or the texture of a just-ripened avocado. A Galle blown vase. A piece of Walter or Argy-Rousseau pate de verre glass. A painting by Van Gogh. A child when it's born. Perfect is too small a word for it, it's a miracle. It's God. It's mind-blowing, it's more that perfect. And yet it shits and pisses. There's no such thing as perfection, because everything seems to fall apart sooner or later. PLAYBOY: Have you ever done anything you thought was perfect? STREISAND: I don't think so, and probably if I did, I wouldn't like it, because it would be too sterile, too inhuman. Because what I believe is perfection is imperfection. (Interview from "Playboy" Magazine, October 1977, page 198)
Joe Starck, Starier, Via Arona 19, Madison, Wisconsin USA
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