Quotes About Curiosity

I quite enjoy science fiction.

We know there aren't little green men running around this planet touching peepees.

I lost interest in the condition of humans, but I never lost interest in the human condition.

Children did this. They sensed when there was something controversial or sensitive and they pushed and pushed like tiny prosecutors.

I don't get the obsession with strangers, her first husband, Sol, once said to her, and Frances had struggled to explain that strangers were by definition interesting. It was their strangeness. The not-knowing. Once you knew everything there was to know about someone, you were generally ready to divorce them.

Frances longed to Google it. How was she going to cope for ten days without instant answers to idle questions?

Poor, poor Pandora. Zeus sends her off to marry Epimetheus, a not especially bright man she's never even met, along with a mysterious covered jar. Nobody tells Pandora a word about the jar. Nobody tells her not to open the jar. Naturally, she opens the jar. What else has she got to do? How was she to know that all those dreadful ills would go whooshing out to plague mankind forevermore, and that the only thing left in the jar would be hope?

He hadn't left her for something better, but for something new.

Do you think you were locked in a cupboard as a child?" Cecilia had asked him once (she wouldn't have put it past his mother), but he said he was pretty sure he wasn't.

But women like Tess didn't seem to have that need to share the ordinary facts of their lives, and that made Cecilia desperate to know them.

Janie eating. Janie sulking. Janie with her friends. Including him. That boy. His head turned away from the camera, looking at Janie, as if she'd just said something smart and funny. What did she say? Every time, she always wondered that. What did you just say, Janie? Rachel pressed her fingertip to his grinning, freckled face, and watched her mildly arthritic, age-spotted hand curl into a fist.

He couldn't understand Rachel's need to wonder what could have been, rather than just accepting that it never would be.

Alice walked into the kitchen one day and found Tom carefully stuffing his nose with frozen peas. I wanted to see if the peas would come out of my eyeballs, he told the doctor.

He was comfortable in any social situation: garden party or cage fighting contest, it was all the same to Vid, it was all interesting.

Alice had yearned to be a little disruptive, but she couldn't work out how you got started.

Mummy!" Maddie toddled back into the kitchen, an expression of perplexed delight on her face. "Look!" She held up two copies of Good Night, Little Bear. Lyn said, "Fancy that!" and Maddie plunked down onto her bottom with both books in front of her, her head turning back and forth, as she flipped each page, intent on solving this mystery.

Cecilia left the letter sitting on the kitchen table and went

Oh, Pandora. Where's your willpower? You were told not to open that box, you snoopy girl, you typical woman with your insatiable curiosity; now look what you've gone and done. When for one thing it was a jar, not a box, and for another—how many times does she have to say it?—nobody said a word about not opening it!

Pandora. Zeus sends her off to marry Epimetheus, a not especially bright man she's never even met, along with a mysterious covered jar. Nobody tells Pandora a word about the jar. Nobody tells her not to open the jar. Naturally, she opens the jar.

just irrelevant background noise to him? Or did he not care enough even to wonder?

As Jane looked around her, she felt that dissatisfied feeling she often experienced when she was somewhere new and lovely. She couldn't quite articulate it except with the words If only I were here.

How was she going to cope for ten days without instant answers to idle questions?

And then, everyone's like, Oh, Pandora. Where's your willpower? You were told not to open that box, you snoopy girl, you typical woman with your insatiable curiosity, now look what you've gone and done. When for one thing it was a jar, not a box, and for another, how many times does she have to say it, nobody said a word about not opening it!

happened," said Pam. She pointed at the big house next door with