Flo’s Reviews > Nothing to Be Frightened of > Status Update

'Once you have kissed a corpse on the forehead there always remains something on your lips, a distant bitterness, an aftertaste of the void that nothing will efface.'

...if this sounds like nostalgia, it’s the nostalgia for something I’ve never known—which is, admittedly, the more toxic kind.

If I call myself an atheist at twenty, and an agnostic at fifty and sixty, it isn't because I have acquired more knowledge in the meantime: just more awareness of ignorance. How can we be sure that we know enough to know?