Quotes About Curiosity

Well, we can't send Dr. Tresselt back by himself," said Dr. Tresselt, with a grin. "I might find something interesting along the way, and get side-tracked, and forget where I was supposed to be going.

Danny knew far more about science than was taught in his grade in school, and could do long division in his head and use a slide rule as easily as he could throw a baseball

I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.

She bent over me again. Blood began to move around in me, like a prospective tenant looking over a house.

If you liked a book, don't meet the author.

I looked at Spangler. He was leaning forward so far he was almost out of his chair. He looked as if he was going to jump. I couldn't think of any reason why he should jump, so I thought he must be excited. I looked back at Breeze. He was about as excited as a hole in the wall.

He reached for the card without excitement, read it, turned it over and read the back with as much care as the front. There was nothing on the back to read.

If I had a razor, I'd cut your throat - just to see what ran out of it. Caterpillar blood, I said.

I suppose you do this to all the clients," she said softly.

If I had a razor, I'd cut your throat — just to see what ran out of it.

The pursuit of knowledge, brother, is the askin' of many questions.

One moment, please. Whom did you wish to see?" Degarmo spun on his heel and looked at me wonderingly. "Did he say 'whom'?" "Yeah, but don't hit him," I said. "There is such a word." Degarmo licked his lips. "I knew there was," he said. "I often wondered where they kept it.

Then I sat there holding the neck of the cool bottle and wondering how it would feel to be a homicide dick and find bodies lying around and not mind at all, not have to sneak out wiping doorknobs, not have to ponder how much I could tell without hurting a client and how little I could tell without too badly hurting myself. I decided I wouldn't like it.

drank a little more of the tequila and made a face. "Did anybody invent this stuff on purpose?

I love a question I can't answer. It keeps things interesting, even after so many years.

You learn something new every day, if you just stop to pay attention.

Of course we'll be there." After Amos left, Ghuda shook his head. In a sour tone he muttered, "Why are we going to Crydee, Ghuda? I haven't the vaguest idea, Ghuda. Shall we go find Nakor, Ghuda? Certainly, Ghuda. Then shall we strangle him, Ghuda?" With a single nod of his head, he answered himself, "With great delight, Ghuda.

If any god helps me, I'll welcome it, but I'd also be surprised.

He studied his two friends, taking note of their freshly bruised countenances. 'All right. What happened?

Mais Turandot sort brusquement de son bistrot et, du bas des marches, il lui crie : Eh petite, où vas-tu comme ça ? Zazie ne lui rèpond pas, elle se contente d'allonger le pas.

Quite often we are led to aporia, an impasse, unable to proceed a step further. Socrates is almost always there, but even he is only a supporting character. The starring role is given to the philosophical question. It is the philosophical question that is supposed to take center stage, cracking us open to an entirely new variety of experience.

Answers? Forget answers. The spectacle is all in the questions.

the activity of posing scientific questions prematurely is the most useful thing of which philosophy can be accused.

How will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you? (Plato) The things we want are transformative, and we don't know or only think we know what is on the other side of that transformation. Love, wisdom, grace, inspiration- how do you go about finding these things that are in some ways about extending the boundaries of the self into unknown territory, about becoming someone else?