Quotes About Inquiry

You would not seek me if you did not possess me.

We never seek things for themselves, but for the search.

The more you search the more you find.

If I wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.

Qu'est-ce que vous faites dans la vie, vous? demanda le professeur. - J'apprends des choses (...)

As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.

People ask, How did you get in there? What they really want to know is if they are likely to end up in there as well. I can't answer the real question. All I can tell them is, It's easy.

Then I remembered something I'd read in a Kurt Vonnegut novel: when you're trying to find the answer to a question, the answer is in the question.

If we wonder often, the gift of knowledge will come. –Arapaho

Is he daft? Bond queried. His brain is so advanced, it stumbles over mediocrity.

A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.

Whose is that long white box in the grove, what have they accomplished, why am I cold.

Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?' But O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag-- It's so elegant So intelligent

Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.

What is that noise?

The Stone Girl looked down at the ground for a long moment, then up at Renie, squinting her pockmark eyes as though against a fierce sun. "Before I met you," she asked with a certain delicacy, "did you sort of . . . fall down? Maybe on your head?

Are you dippy, and all that sort of thing? Bats in the belfry—what? My word!" Marlowe stepped nearer to him and spoke in a lower voice. "Suppose, Mr. Warwick

What has that to do with the price of peas in Persopolis?

What's dry?' 'Good question. Next question!

Don't you ever get tired of asking questions?' 'Never. They're mother's milk to me.

If Cape wasn't your last name, what was your real one? I asked, deathly curious now. Ahhhh, he complained. Pincas Huckleburr.

Someday I must read this scholar everyone

Because you told me once that the difference between a columnist and a reporter is that the columnist has the luxury to not only ask why but to try and answer it.

She could not leave him hanging like this. "If you were hurt, I need to know." It was a rule somewhere, in the good-guy handbook.