Quotes About Questioning

This reflects a general tendency. People are more willing to lie by omission than commission. If I am selling you a used car, I do not feel obligated to mention that the car is burning a lot of oil, but if you ask me explicitly: "Does this car burn a lot of oil?" you are likely to wangle an admission from me that yes, there has been a small problem along those lines. To get at the truth, it helps to ask specific questions.

If you will only ask yourself, "Is what I am being told really true?," it is amazing how much you can find is, or borders on, being false, even in a well-developed field!

One of the most important elements in the evolution of human institutions is the emergence of the difficult customer within the system itself, the radical who starts to question its very being, the reformer who calls for changes in the way it runs.

And do you think that unto such as you, A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew, God gave the Secret, and denied it me? - Well, well, what matters it! believe that too.

The cross. He held one in his hand, gold and shiny in the morning sun. This, too, drove the vampires away. Why? Was there a logical answer, something he could accept without slipping on banana skins of mysticism?

Was there a logical answer, something he could accept without slipping on banana skins of mysticism?

What is this Titan that has possession of me? Talk of mysteries!—Think of our life in nature,—daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it,—rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! the solid earth! the actual world! the common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? where are we?

Rose Bethe, who was then twenty-four, understood instantly. "My wife knew vaguely what we were talking about," says Bethe, "and on a walk in the mountains in Yosemite National Park she asked me to consider carefully whether I really wanted to continue to work on this.

It is important to know that the opposite of faith is not doubt, but in fact, certitude and the demand for certitude!

What made us think we were

Maybe, as the old lady had suggested, it was all that catechism, its rote insistence on subordinating one's will to God's, so many of these lessons administered by the now senile priest who was seated a few yards away and giving him the evil eye. What in the world could these old goats have been discussing, Miles wondered.

But who are you? Percy— I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. Gotta go! What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?

Is that me?,' Leo said. 'Like me--having this dream--looking at me having a dream?

People usually asked her if she had a belly button. Of course she had a belly button. She couldn't explain how. She didn't really want to know.

So why are we practicing this, anyway? Percy asked. Do you guys spend a lot of time laying siege to fortified cities?

If I've got the powers of a god, then why am I so... Lame? Sadie suggested. Shut up, I said.

Oh, god," I said. "Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?" --Sadie to Zia

Are you the cursed kid Nemesis mentioned? Leo asked. But you're a girl. You're a girl, said the girl. Excuse me?

Hang on, Sadie said. She stomped right up to the throne. Ammit growled at her, but Sadie growled back, which confused the monster into silence. What are you? she demanded. My dad? Osiris? Are you even alive? Dad looked at Anubis. What did I tell you about her? Fiercer than Ammit, I said. You didn't need to tell me. Anubis's face was grave.I've learned to fear that sharp tongue. Sadie looked outraged. excuse me?

Fascinating, he said. Such maneuverability! How does the wingspan compensate for the weight of the horse's body, I wonder? Blackjack cocked his head. Whaaaat?

It doesn't seem right? Another part of him wondered, Since when do I worry about what's right?

I haven't devoured a soul in...What month is this? March?

You sure you're not a Roman, Annabeth? Or an Amazon?

Who are you and why are you my cat?