Art Is Order, Made Out Of The

A Great Deal Of Intelligence Can Be Invested In Ignorance When The Need For Illusion Is Deep.

How Could I Be Anything But A Dissenter? Who Wants The Opinion Of A Group?

As For Types Like My Own, Obscurely Motivated By The Conviction That Our Existence Was Worthless If We Didn't Make A Turning Point Of It, We Were Assigned To The Humanities, To Poetry, Philosophy, Painting - The Nursery Games Of Humankind, Which Had To Be Left Behind When The Age Of Science Began. The Humanities Would Be Called Upon To Choose A Wallpaper For The Crypt, As The End Drew Near.

...i Am Much Better Now At Ambiguities.

Everybody Knows There Is No Fineness Or Accuracy Of Suppression; If You Hold Down One Thing, You Hold Down The Adjoining.