Whenever I met anyone who knew anything, I would bore them stiff until they told me what they knew.
When you love something, you'll always come back to it. You'll always keep asking questions, and finding answers.
I have to keep going to find out ultimately what is the matter with it in the end.
We who are interested in relative truth have to keep digging for it and not let ourselves be sucked under.
I'm no genius, and others can outwork me. What I do is ask the naive, honest questions, and then I'm not satisfied until I get the answers.
So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.
