Quotes About Questioning

Here, my good man. Could you tell me whereabouts Horatio Street...good heavens. Thus called upon, he took courage; the sursum corda of an extravagant belch straightened him upright, and he answered, --Whfffck? Whether this was an approach to discussion he had devised himself, or a subtle adaptation of the Socratic method of questioning perfected in the local athenaeums which he attended until closing time, was not to be known; for the answer was, --Stand aside.

It's just, sometimes it's just too God damned long to be able to keep believing something's real...

What do you mean do I go around with narcotics signing petitions painting slop writing books full of dirty words with a beard?

Ain't all that simple," he said. "It's everything I been brought up to be. Can't all be bullshit, can it?" Rydell, glancing over at him, took pity. "Naw," he said, "I guess it wouldn't have to be, necessarily, all of it, but it's just—" "What they bring you all up to be, Berry?" Rydell had to think about it. "Republican," he said, finally.

Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.

Philosophy and religion - what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?

Se le facce cambiavano, quando erano illuminate dall'alto o dal basso... cos'era mai una faccia? Che cos'era tutto?

Death of the heart,' the subtitle says, Whose death? And even more important maybe, whose heart?

No one could be following us yet?" the Spaniard asked. "No one," the Sicilian assured him. "It would be inconceivable." "Absolutely inconceivable?" "Absolutely, totally, and, in all other ways, inconceivable," the Sicilian reassured him. "Why do you ask?

What's the handle, Zock?

I'm not smart, but I like to observe. Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton was the one who asked why

Philosophy, beginning in wonder, as Plato and Aristotle said, is able to fancy everything different from what it is. It sees the familiar as if it were strange, and the strange as if it were familiar. It can take things up and lay them down again. It rouses us from our native dogmatic slumber and breaks up our caked prejudices.

the rhetorical formulas of objurgation with which I was to begin a page of inquiries of you: whether you were dead

I couldn't tell if I was perspicacious or paranoid.

He knows religion is bollocks," Collingswood said. "He just wishes he didn't.

Once I said to my father, 'Why do you want me?' I still think that's the bravest thing I've ever done.

Really? That's what it stems from, is it? You've got it all sorted out, have you? Faith is stupidity, is it?

Now then. Now then now then. What's all this, then?

Is it more foolish and childish to assume there is a conspiracy, or that there is not?

He who asks a question is a fool for a minute; he who does not remains a fool forever.

He who asks a question is a fool for five minutes he who does not ask a question remains a fool forever.

Deep doubts… deep wisdom; small doubts… little wisdom."

You must develop the habit of skepticism, not swallow every piece of superstition you are told by witch-doctors and professors.

Curiosity, he says, happens when we feel a gap in our knowledge.