Quotes About Curiosity

What is Imagination but mental mischief of a kind, and why can't the youngster protectively occupy himself with invention of that sort before maturity works him over?

Prizna?u bez oklevanja: ne volim mnogo one koji vole mnogo da pitaju, a onima koji su mi prijatelji kazujem, ?esto i nepitan, sve što žele da znaju o meni, mojim mislima, planovima i poslovima, kao i o ose?anjima koja ih prate.

kad bi igra?i ispitivali porijeklo sva?ijeg novca, ne bi se igra mogla nikad ni sastaviti.

I have never seen anything like it: two little discs of glass suspended in front of his eyes in loops of wire. Is he blind?

We should always aim to read something different=not only the writers with whom we agree, but those with whom we are ready to do battle. Their point of view challenges us to examine the truth and to test their views...and let us not comment on nor criticize writers of whom we have heard only second-hand, or third-hand without troubling to read their works for ourselves...Don't be afraid of new ideas.

Atwater. "So somebody else went through their rooms?

How white is an Irishman's ass? Eve wondered out loud. You should know, darling.

Why are you always smiling? What do you know?

Who's with her? Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster. Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. I see. When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.

Why?" Eve leaned forward. "Sincerely, I've always wanted to know why anyone buys multiple pairs of shoes at a time." "If I have to explain it, the joy is lost.

Where's the hooch—for Dickhead?" "Fourth-floor gift room." She stared at him for ten silent seconds. "We have a gift room?" On a half laugh, he shook his head. "One day, darling Eve, you really should go through the entire house. East wing, fourth-floor tower." "Okay." Since she wasn't completely sure where that was, she walked to the elevator.

He watched, somewhat fascinated as she swished a slice of bacon through the pool of syrup. His steely-minded cop had the appetite of a five-year-old.

If children don't push the edges now and again, what's the point of being a child?

A lot of people find rural landscapes relaxing." "Sure, until you start wondering what's creeping behind those trees, or slithering along in the grass.

Why do sheep need a station? Are they catching trains? Where are they going? Why do they have to go there?

As Eve strode down the bright white corridor of the dead, Peabody hustled beside her. Man, this place is always a little spooky, but this is beyond. You know how you half expect one of these bags to sit up and grab at you? No. Wait out here. If one of them makes a run for it, give me a call. I don't think that's particularly funny. And watching the still black bags warily, Peabody took her post at the door.

How do you suppose they know the sheep are virgins?

Why do they stare? They're always staring. Like dolls," she said as they walked into the building. "Or sharks." "I

How do people know that stuff? Why do people know that stuff?" "Science," Peabody said. "You can't live without it.

Edison, Oedipus, platypus. Whatever.

Aren't you a little old for toys?" "It's not a toy, it's an adventure

I never get to have the fun. I bet there's hair and fiber in there, and I'll be right on the scene.

Two library visits in one evening. Why, it could become a habit.

What are you smiling at?" she snapped at Roarke. "I'm a man, and I'm sitting here having coffee and cookies while two beautiful women snarl at each other. Being a man I'm required to wonder—perhaps imagine—whether there will soon be physical contact. Clothing may be ripped away. Why wouldn't I smile?