Well Chaps First I'd Like To Say

The Not-knowing Is Crucial To Art, Is What Permits Art To Be Made. Without The Scanning Process Engendered By Not-knowing, Without The Possibility Of Having The Mind Move In Unanticipated Directions, There Would Be No Invention.

The Best Way To Live Is By Not Knowing What Will Happen To You At The End Of The Day.

Instant Gratification Is Not As Good As That Gratification Which Comes Dripping Slow, Over The Sere Seasons.

We Like Books That Have A Lot Of Dreck In Them, Matter Which Presents Itself As Not Wholly Relevant (or Indeed, At All Relevant) But Which, Carefully Attended To, Can Supply A Kind Of "sense" Of What Is Going On. This "sense" Is Not To Be Obtained By Reading Between The Lines (for There Is Nothing There, In Those White Spaces) But By Reading The Lines Themselves Looking At Them And So Arriving At A Feeling Not Of Satisfaction Exactly, That Is Too Much To Expect, But Of Having Read Them, Of Having "completed" Them.

Some People', Miss R. Said,'run To Conceits Or Wisdom But I Hold To The Hard, Brown, Nutlike Word. I Might Point Out That There Is Enough Aesthetic Excitement Here To Satisfy Anyone But A Damned Fool.