My mother and father were always pushing me away from secondhand answers-even the answers they themselves believed. I don’t know that I have ever found any satisfactory answers of my own. But every time I ask it, the question is refined. That is the best of what the old heads meant when they spoke of being “politically conscious
If you have only answers and no questions, chances are high that you will never know new things.
Sometimes the answers you need to hear aren’t the answers you want to hear.
Yeah, but what does that even mean… heaven? Because see, I need to be able to put him somewhere, Zo. In my head, I mean. I need to be able to close my eyes and picture him and know he’s okay. And just saying the word heaven doesn’t help that much. Because like what is heaven, exactly? And where is it? And what do you do there?
I was an answer-seeking machine, in love with what I called “the truth,” whether it came in the form of little truth particles stuck to the pages of books or vast patterns screaming out from the obvious and mundane.
Well, this is basically the end, so the answers should be in these next few pages. I doubt they will surprise you, but you never know. I don’t know how smart or thick you are. You could be Albert Einstein for all I know, or some literary prizewinner, or maybe you’re just middle of the road like me.
you ask too many questions,” snapped Cletus.
I kept my gaze on Roman. “that’s because I get too few answers.
He had a suspicion of plausible answers; they were so often wrong.
again I am torn between the necessity and the impossibility of answering.
He kept telling and I kept repeating “I Know