“I placidly wait for what I don't know- My future and the future of everything.In the end there will only be silence except Where the waves of the sea bathe nothing.”

“I don't know what my future holds, but I do know who holds my future.”

“He knows nothing about how this will all end, except that it will surely end. He tries to imagine himself into a future, somewhere past this point, but he cannot. There is nothing to do but to keep on existing, in this exact time and place. This is what hell must be like. Waiting without knowing. Not hell, but purgatory. Worse than hell.”

“Waiting required a future to wait for: a falsehood. I know now that there is only now. I remember things that happened months (or what is years?) ago: old -worn-out nows. The future happens, but it is always shaped from a series of nows.”

“I do not know what the future holds, but I know who holds my future.”

“I don't know what the future holds. I only know that I want to be with you. You and me. Everything else is negotiable.”