Quotes About Curiosity

Every time I turn around, Short Stuff got his nose in my business. But

Did they probe you yet?" Xandy asked Riley. "They always get around to probing you. That's what the other abductees tell me, anyway.

He stood out because he had a slight British accent and an odd tattoo on his neck. A skull and a flower.

If I had a Yeti hiding in my closet I'd take the cat and go someplace else too," Lula said. We

Who else's wife did you sleep with?" Lula asked. "Recently?" Lula turned to me. "And we're supposed to be keeping him from getting a rocket up his butt why?

I'll go with you," Lula said. "Maybe I'll get a look at the killer Chihuahuas. And besides, I want to ride in Ranger's Porsche.

No way," she said. "The lid was already up." "Did you stick the dead guy with a pin to make sure he was dead?" "I didn't do that either. And I only did that once

The more is a question mark. It acknowledges the future unknown.

was chilling and eerily invasive. It tied the flowers

Why would Munch want barium?

You know there was a time when I'd say to myself… How does she do it? How does she get mixed up with these weirdos? But now I don't even question it. In fact, I've come to expect such things of you.

And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.

The men eyed her with the automatic mix of curiosity, lust, and aesthetic judgment they always gave young women, subject to object, the way you'd stare at an animal. She pretended not to notice. To remind them she was a person was too much effort. Objects bore no guilt.

their eager eyes unlocking the secrets of the human form. who could just look at it as it is, without prettying it up or emphasizing its awfulness

I walked along the side with the spray-painted trees, some in white like a starched chemical snowfall, others painted gold, pink, red, even black. The black tree, about three feet high, looked like it had been burnt. I wondered who would want a black tree, but I knew someone would. There was no limit to the ways in which people could be strange. ~ White Oleander

Don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.

I felt on the verge of something, a mystery that surrounded me like gauze, something I was beginning to unwind.

I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty separate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.

don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live underneath them.

you ever wonder why people get out of bed in the morning? why do they bother? why not just drink turpentine?

Of course I did, I was blank, anyone could fill me in. I waited to see who I would be, what they would create on my delicious vacancy.

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other. One

He was obsessed with obituaries. She'd never read them before, he couldn't believe it, to him it was like someone who'd never read the funnies...Michael always wanted to know what they died of- accidental gunshot wounds, overdose, cancer. 'Was it suicide?' That's what he really wanted to know.