The job is to ask questions — it always was — and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.
Abby, I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again. The Crucible (1953)
I'm a fatalist. … I consider I am rejected in principle. My work is and, through my work, I am. If it's accepted, it's miraculous or the result of a misunderstanding.