Quotes About Curiosity

When it turned out that he could, Karou dropped to her knees to genuflect. "Gods of math and physics," she intoned, "I accept your gift of this clever fair-haired boy

The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don't really know what you're going to get.

I'm not looking for fate. I'm seventeen. I'm looking for kissing, and to move forward a few paces on the game board. You know, do some Living. (With my lips.)

It was a rule of secret-keeping, in which she was well-versed: Ask not, lest ye be asked.

Don't look at me like that," said Ruza. "Like what?" "Like I'm a beautiful book you're about to open and plunder with your greedy mad eyes.

Now, let's not be hasty,' said Mik 'What exactly is a samurai, really? Do you think that's something we should know before we wish it?' 'Good point. It might turn us both into Japenese men.' She squinted at him. 'Would you still love me if I were a Japenese man?' 'Of course

You're like a kid when her parents come home from a party, checking their pockets for cake." "Ooh, cake. I'll take cake. But not pocket cake, because yuck.

On Monday, there was a new boy at Kizzy's school. "Yum," said Evie weakly. "Be praised, O Lords of boy flesh. We thank thee for they bounty," whispered Cactus. "Amen," said Kizzy, staring.

Strange the dreamer," they called him. "That dreamer, Strange.

De Chicago a Nueva York, de Londres a Pekín, de los dioramas de vida animal de los museos, de las fauces congeladas en un gruñido de leones y perros salvajes, de las mandíbulas de dragones de Komodo, pitones reales y lobos árticos disecados, la muchacha, el fantasma… estaba robando dientes.

Let's just get this out of the way so I can relax. Karou, your friends aren't going to eat us, are they?" No, Karou thought. They are not. She whispered back, "I don't think so. But try not to look delicious, okay?" She was rewarded with a snort from Zuzana. "That poses a problem, seeing as how we are totally delicious.

Innocently, as they moved past her, she added, "Oh, and don't trip over the body on the floor.

Strange the dreamer - library stowaway and scholar of fairy tales - had never been thirstier, or more full of wonder.

They marked his first consideration that there might be other ways of living than the one he knew. Better, sweeter ways.

So I ask you again, Lazlo Strange… who are you?

I admit, I prefer an open mind to a closed one.

Word spread quickly: The visitor wished to address the scholars. 'What can he want?' they wondered, streaming into the Royal Theater. Attendance was voluntary, and unanimous. If the sight of the warriors wasn't enough to stoke their curiosity, there was rumor of a 'rare opportunity'.

What's a horizon?" Lazlo asked, straight-faced. "Is it like the end of an aisle of books?

Curious. (You know, if curious means "impossible" or "freaky" or…"indelibly awesome.") And now my head feels all full of moonlight or starlight or something. Or snow. My head feels like a snow globe that's been shaken, and glitter is swirling around in it like unmoored stars.

Well. We are all children in the dark, here in Weep.

What are you?" he asked. Not who, but what.

The scream drew others. The others screamed, too, not because a girl was dead, but because the girl was blue,

Here, captured between covers, was the history of the human imagination, and nothing had ever been more beautiful, or fearsome, or bizarre.

Un uomo dovrebbe avere le zampe di gallina per aver scrutato troppo l'orizzonte, non soltanto per aver letto con poca luce».