It is too early to tell.
On the road from the City of Skepticism, I had to pass through the Valley of Ambiguity.
At this stage of the game, I am not sure what the hell is going to happen.
The only way was forward, whatever lay at the end.
I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.
I've never known what I've wanted to do. I've never planned anything in my life.
Certainty in politics is never a given.
My past is a bit checkered.
There's a lot of uncertainty that's not clear in my mind.
Washington is unpredictable these days.
In history as it comes to be written, there is usually some Spirit of the Age which historians can define, but the shape of things is seldom so clear to those who live them. To most thoughtful men it has generally seemed that theirs was an Age of Confusion.
For one thing, there is no guarantee that I am even going to work again. I hope I will and will go on to have a long career.
I think finding the way in life is the hardest part. At every stage of life, every trial, every success, you know, you're going into some kind of fog. There isn't a plan that suddenly reveals itself, and you go, "Ta-da! Now I understand."
What is the path? There is no path. On into the unknown.
This is what I see, and what troubles me. I look on all sides, and everywhere I see nothing but obscurity. Nature offers me nothing that is not a matter of doubt and disquiet.
My life is like a speeding bullet that just hasn't hit the target yet.
One certainty we all accept is the condition of being uncertain and insecure.
And I don't know where I'm heading. I mean, I've got a pretty good idea of what I want in life.
I don't think that they know fully what's happening with Miss Match so therefore I don't know how many more if any, if the show's even gonna keep going.
I won't name any names, but I've done a couple of shows where once the pilot got picked up, the creators openly said, 'I have no idea where we're going.'
I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.
You were in the midst of a chaotic, unfair, didn't-know-how-it-was-going-to-end story, and the only thing you could do was... keep moving.
He might be my boyfriend. He might not be my boyfriend.
Well, limbo is not a good place to be.
Ten minutes before starting a game in Akron, they said, 'Sit down, you're done.' Then I went to Arizona and sat there. There was no one to tell me what to do. I just had to wait.
