One of the difficulties that a lot of people have is that they long for certainty and long for making sense, but few things make sense in the world. Everything is filled with uncertainty, so we have to acknowledge uncertainty in every aspect of our life and especially in writing.

Everything remains unsettled forever, depend on it.

In the mental disturbance and effort of writing, what sustains you is the certainty that on every page there is something left unsaid.

The last thing one knows when writing a book is what to put first.

Everything remains unsettled forever, depend on it

Every poem, every page of fiction I have written, has been written with anxiety, occasionally panic, always uncertainty about its reception.

Books, like lives, are always unfinished even when they end, for to write is to struggle with contingency, to impose a certain false order upon the endless, and endlessly frustrating, nature of thought.

It always seems impossible until it's done.

It always seems impossible until it's done.

"One never quite stops believing, some doubt remains forever".

That is the magic of writing, and also the challenge of writing, not knowing what will happen until it’s on the page.

There’s always doubt. There’s nothing you can get hold of.

When the last word is always the one that offers itself first, the work becomes difficult.

It might have meant something, or it might not have. That was the thing about uncertainty, you were never sure.