The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.

The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.

The only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself.

I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do ever - was write novels.

The family is the test of freedom; because the family is the only thing that the free man makes for himself and by himself.

In your diary, you quoted old Jiko saying something about not-knowing, how not-knowing is the most intimate way, or did I just dream that?
Anyway, I've been thinking about this a lot, and I think maybe it's true, even though I don't really like uncertainty. I'd much rather 'know', but then again, not-knowing keeps all the possibilities open. It keeps all the worlds alive.