Quotes About Curiosity

No," Morgana admitted, "I can't imagine

not Tony! She studied his

If he found her, he thought it might be a fine idea to lock the doors and take her mind off work, as ordered. He'd been wondering all night just what she had on under that red dres

taking it any further, I wouldn't now." "Wouldn't you?

And he said I read too many mystery novels, which is impossible. You can never read too many books, any kind.

You don't write what you know, or you would write one thing. I never understood that. You write what you want to find out.

Even the dead have questions.

across the street, a few doors down, Sam watched the house, noting

Can't say for sure, and don't see why they

I'm thinking about a guy who's thinking about me. And thinking about him thinking about me has me all worked up. I don't actually know if I'm thinking about him because he's thinking about me, or if I'm thinking about him because he's cute and funny and sweet and sexy. He wears tweed Parker. Grandfathers wear tweed. Old guys in British movies wear tweed. Why do I find it sexy that he wears tweed? This is a question that haunts me.

saw this associate she spoke of?" Fine gave the dog a wary look when he sniffed at

It's very much like you're trying to reach Infinity. You know it's there, but you just don't know where--but just because you can never reach it doesn't mean that it's not worth looking for.

The E in SURGE is for Einstein.

For a scientist, this is a good way to live and die, maybe the ideal way for any of us - excitedly finding we were wrong and excitedly waiting for tomorrow to come so we can start over.

it is not fly fishing if you are not looking for answers to questions.

the most sublime of oddballs, Leonardo da Vinci

It's possible this whole Why do Latinos love Morrisey? question will haunt us forever. Fortunately, Canadian academics are on the case.

There are very few Americans who honestly care who Lindsay Lohan is dating. But it's still information they need to have. This is because those people care about something else entirely; they're worried about the possibility of everyone else understanding something that they're missing.

We must start from the premise that—in all likelihood—we are already wrong. And not "wrong" in the sense that we are examining questions and coming to incorrect conclusions, because most of our conclusions are reasoned and coherent. The problem is with the questions themselves.

Ignorance is not bliss. That platitude is totally wrong. You will not be intellectually happier if you know fewer things. Learning should be a primary goal of living. But what if ignorance feels better—not psychologically, but physically? That would explain a lot of human incongruities.

his lazy eye drifting around the room like a child looking for the bathroom.

It is impossible to examine questions we refuse to ask.

But regardless of the direction you move, the central problem is still there: Why do it? What's the best reason for exploding the parameters of reality? With the possible exception of eating a dinosaur, I don't think there is one.

I'm sure I could have read the entire four-thousand-page plot summarized in four hundred words on Wikipedia, or I could simply walk into any high school and ask a few questions of the first kid I find who isn't smoking crystal meth.