The more he thought about it, the more hopeless his quest seemed.

Her spiritual quest had the shadings of New Age and seemed silly.

His own quest seemed piddling: all this machinery, organization, expertise in the service of a rather mean inquiry.

But the "quest for what is actually there" in his 12th collection seems to be chasing its own tail.

The quest for an elusive period "authenticity" seemed far from anyone's mind.

By denying himself that possibility, his quest seems somehow more hollow.

How futile that quest seemed to him now.

This being France, the quest seems to veer more toward intellectual rather than physical activity.

Indeed, my long quest would seem to have reached fruition.

The crafting quests seem like they can only offer so much longevity.