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.
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.
We who are interested in relative truth have to keep digging for it and not let ourselves be sucked under.
So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.
