Quotes About Curiosity

What could have been Henry Cutter's

I am asking Julius to explain, I said, why his people are so partial to chickens.

Skepticism is always a good first response.

I have always had an uncomfortable relationship with math. I don't like numbers for the sake of numbers. I am not impressed by fancy formulas that have no real-world application. I particularly disliked high school calculus for the simple reason that no one ever bothered to tell me why I needed to learn it. What is the area beneath a parabola? Who cares?

I guess the truth is I crave humiliation. What is ironic or at least curious is that in my actual life, humiliation is the thing I most fear and I most experience. Yet I am not happy. Why?

It's weird to be a human. We get to think about things, we get to wonder. It seems like quite a privileged position in the universe. And I wouldn't give it up for certainty because when you're certain you stop being curious. And here's the one thing I know about the thing you're certain about; you're wrong.

How curiously we are made. … The needle of life writes in the wax of the brain, and the record is our memories. Does the needle lift from the wax and leave no record? Or does a fog come down? What can we say? Do you know, I think the miracle is not that we sometimes can forget, but that we remember so much, so well. [Luther Grandison]

Shandy. Have you begun your Ptolemaic

Charlotte MacLeod

Next to fat babies, midgets are my favorite things to hold. I love them so much, and I want to help them to do adult things like drive cars, Jet-Ski, and lip-synch. I'm in awe of their little limbs, their large craniums, and their medicine-ball asses. I love the little baby steps they take while shifting their weight from side to side, and the fact that when you knock one over accidentally, he flails like a turtle on its back that can't get up right away.

We went to a Barnes and Noble, where I picked up an unauthorized biography of M.C. Hammer, and not wanting to overload her on her first book, I steered Dumb Dumb toward a Choose Your Own Adventure.

I didn't want to pry, yet I wanted to know how this frosted-blond petite woman murdered her sister and where in her body she was storing the two sandwiches she had just demolished. She couldn't have weighed more than one hundred pounds and she was about five-foot-six. This woman/ killer was a testament to my theory that the crazier you are, the more calories you burn. That's why psychos are always so skinny.

If I had seen pictures of people eating each other on the wall, I would've told him I was into cannibalism.

That we are surrounded by deep mysteries is known to all but the incurably ignorant.

A man who asks questions does not lose his way; that is what our fathers taught us.

His mind, never content with shallow satisfactions, crept to the brink of knowing. What kind of power was it if it would never be used?

The inquisitive monkey gets a bullet in the face.

Do your people have a proverb about a man looking for something inside the bag of a man looking for something?

But the eye is very greedy and will steal a look at something its owner has no wish to see.

Travelers with closed minds can tell us little except about themselves.

You are doing this because you are fantastic and brave and curious. And, yes, you are probably a little crazy. And this is a good thing.

wanted all my questions answered and everything wrapped and tied with a bow. But life is not neat bows and nice packages. Life is messy and you don't get all your questions answered.

Trouble is our only defense against boredom.

Randy held out the koosh. "What is it?" "I have no idea," Donna said. "Your asshole scrubber?