Quotes About Curiosity

the best way to get a good idea is to get a lot of ideas.

He tilted back his head and stared up at the sky and marveled once again, as he had marveled many other times on many other planets, at the sheer, devastating loneliness and alienness of unfamiliar stars.

The incurious eye misses the obvious, the subtle, the subtext. The incurious eye is glazed in a cataract of ignorance and indifference. The incurious eye is neither blind nor myopic. It is empty.

If you are not willing to learn, no one can help you, if you are determined to learn no one can stop you.

Gather experience... Look at what you should not look at. A feeling of anxiety is the sure and certain evidence that you should do this.

Behind their eyes the hope was sickening and in many, dead. They lived from event to event with a subtle terror of the gap between, filling up their lives with distractions to avoid the emptiness where curiosity should have been.

I have such sights to show you. Soon, you will have answers to questions you have never even dared to ask.

Quitoon knew the world well. It wasn't jut Humankind and its works he knew, but all manner of things without any clear connection between them. He knew about spices, parliaments, salamanders, lullabies, curses, forms of discourse and disease; of riddles, chains, and sanities; ways to make sweetmeats, love and widows; tales to tell children, tales to tell their parents, tales to tell yourself on days when everything you know means nothing.

So intent was Frank upon solving the puzzle of Lemarchand's box that he didn't hear the great bell begin to ring.

Didn't open the box? What was it last time? Didn't know what it was? And yet we do keep finding each other, don't we? - Cenobite

You're right, of course. I haven't come this far to deliver us into oblivion. I have such sights to show you. Soon, you will have answers to questions you have never even dared to ask.

You know, as a child I thought somebody came and took the world away in the night and then came back and unrolled it all again the following morning.

This, no doubt, was the call 33 had heard. Bored with his balanced diet of maize and maple peas, tired of the pecking order of the loft and the predictability of each day — the bird had wanted out; wanted up and away. A day of high life; of food that had to be chased a little, and tasted all the better for that; of the companionship of wild things. All this went through Cal's head, in a vague sort of way, while he watched the circling flocks.

Why do boys always love talking about ghosts and murders and hangings?' 'Because it's exciting,' Wendell said.

You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.

Josh Thomas was sitting in Egan's study, reading a chemical analysis journal, when he froze in fright. The rug in the center of the room suddenly rose from the floor as if a ghost were inside and then flew aside. A trapdoor beneath swung open and Pitt's head popped up like a jack-in-the-box. "Sorry to intrude," said Pitt with a cheery smile. "But I just happened to be passing by.

Anything interesting?" Joe asked.

them had been from Mars. But

humans. "How did they get here? How could a train come to be lost in the middle of the lake all these years?" The tall man gazed out over the calm

I never got Dad's name. The name on an envelope that was sticking out of his pocket read 'Clive Cussler.' That IS an odd name. Yet it sounds vaguely familiar. Whoever.

Giordino: I've been wanting to say this, but you look vaguely familiar. The Kid: Can't imagine why. I don't recall meeting up with you fellas before. Giordino: Would I offend you if I asked you your real name? The Kid: Not at all, I don't take offense easily. It's an odd name. Never used it much. It's Clive Cussler. Giordino: You're right, it is an odd name.

Having a ten-year-old daughter can be like living with a fairy. Something magical.

I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.

Life is too short to spend an hour and a half on a mystery that will ultimately be solved by a cat.