Quotes About Museum

Later . . . the sports jacket became a kind of signature uniform for the museum scientist, complete with leather elbow patches. It indicated an endearing otherworldliness. Too much smartness might betray the wrong priorities, and an inadequate grasp of carabids.

There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis.

And the drugstore next door to the museum? People who work there say they've heard moaning at night in one of those storage rooms on the second floor." The boys traded glances. "And this moaning," Parker said, straight-faced, "did it come before or after the guy was stabbed?

I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British museum.

We passed hieroglyphic scrolls, gold jewelry, sarcophagi, statues of pharaohs, and huge chunks of limestone. Why would someone display a rock? Aren't there enough of those in the world?

Staring at the plaster death figures in the museum window, she wondered what they had been thinking as they curled up to die in the ashes. Probably not: Well, we're Romans! We shouldn't complain!

Churchill War Rooms: £18, daily 9:30-18:00, last entry one hour before closing.

The top sights—the Acropolis, Ancient Agora, Acropolis Museum, and National Archaeological Museum—deserve about two hours apiece. Two days total is plenty of time for the casual tourist to see the city's main attractions and have a little time left over for exploring (or to add more museums).

He was becoming a walking, talking history lesson, a one-man folk museum, except that nobody was interested in learning anything from him.

Her past already seemed an antiquated curiosity—a virtual space re-created by the museum of the future.

The name of the exhibit that my body is in, here with good ol' Sergeant Stubby, is The Price of Freedom.

we'd been uptown at the Museum of Natural History at the time, safe beneath the blue whale hanging by its dorsal fin, unarmed and pacific, silent as ever, a sentinel in the lurid tabloid nightmare this city's been dreaming.

But not a day has slipped by these past hundred years that I haven't recollected my final flight. And now, on the eve of their centenary, here in the darkened museum—Sergeant Stubby asleep beside me, climate-controlled air sighing around us—those events replay behind these glass eyes that I can never close.

The bracelet—an heirloom, I presume." "So you didn't mistake it for a 'cheap bauble' after all. And you still didn't try to nick it. I'm shocked." He glowered as he got to his feet. "What?" I said. "I've offended you? I should be ashamed of myself. Those pieces in your pocket just fell in there, didn't they? Damn museum displays. Stuff just drops off them—

Each museum is different - the collection is different, the context is different, the relationship between the art and architecture is different.

I had made this mistake once before, on a school trip to the Victoria and Albert Museum, when I followed a sign marked WOMEN, thinking it was an exhibition on the changing roles of women in society, and actually ended up standing in the ladies' toilets.

I hope the Guggenheim plan will be revived.

El descuido con respecto al Espíritu Santo es lo que hace que el evangelio, que es poderoso, se convierta en una noticia tan vieja como las antigüedades de un museo.

That you were taking contracts on the side." I raised a brow. The cardinal rule of the Museum was that freelancing was strictly forbidden. It's one of the things that separated us from hired guns. We killed to order only, targets that had been scrupulously vetted and chosen because their deaths would benefit humanity as a whole.

We're born in the museum, it's our homeland after all...

Henry Ford believed the soul of a person is located in their last breath and so captured the last breath of his best friend Thomas Edison in a test tube and kept it evermore. It is on display at the Henry Ford Museum outside Detroit, like Galileo's finger in the church of Santa Croce, but Edison's last breath is an invisible relic.

The Brethren? Whatever for? Do they wash a lot? Baptisms, wet clothes, that sort of thing?' 'Of course not. It was a museum piece; they took it off to sell it. They're very keen on money. I think they're dishonest, too.

Kat stood there looking at the very boys who had stolen the first tooth she had ever lost and tried to ransom it to the tooth fairy; the two young men who had once stolen a Tyrannosaurus rex from the Museum of Natural History—one bone at a time.

A museum is like a valuing machine. Museums and the industrial society started at the same moment, and they're really tied into each other. They've been all about displaying objects and the kind of wealth that can be derived from objects and promoting that point.