Quotes About Curiosity

Why should I let anything stand in the way of life, liberty, and the pursuit of vivisection?

Vince had answered the door in a body-hugging satin gown with a basket of fruit on his head. "J. Edgar Hoover?" I asked him.

Oh, my God, he's doing that thing again," Jackie said, staring at me as if I was a piece of alien technology that had just turned itself on. "You know, where he goes inside the guy's head.

It made me a bit uneasy; why was she staring like that? I glanced down to make sure I was wearing pants, and I was. When I looked up again, she was still staring.

Mr. Mustache spoke up, again without moving any facial muscles. "I neeeed," he said, drawing out the word pointlessly, "to learn Who. You. Are." That made even less sense than what Matthews had said, and I could think of no reply more penetrating than, "Oh, uh-huh Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â It must have sounded just as feeble to him as it did to me, because he moved at last, turning his entire head in my direction and flipping up the sunglasses with one manicured finger.

But why?" I said. And because I like to give as good as I get, I added, "Don't you like who you are?" The

Coincidence is always possible. Strange and improbable things happen every day, and we accept them and simply scratch our heads like rubes in the big city, and say, "Gollee, ain't that somethin'.

Vince looked where I pointed. "Salvia divinorum," he said. "Hey, you think so?

No," Hood said. He leaned over me to the desk and the odor of unwashed detective overlaid with cheap cologne almost made me gag. Hood scooped up the photos and straightened as he stuffed them back into the envelope. With Hood a few feet away from me once more, I managed to breathe again, and since my curiosity was coming to a boil, I used the breath for something practical. "They're all very nice pictures," I said. "But so what?

Curiosity, as the saying goes, killed the cat. And it has frequently proved lethal to nonfelines as well. And

Why should I let anything stand in the way of life, liberty, and the pursuit of vivisection? I

I stared at the phone for a long moment before I replaced it in its cradle. I was not sure what had just happened, or what it meant: "Come up to my office right now"? Captains do not hand out special assignments to blood-spatter analysts, and we do not visit captains' offices socially, either. So what was this about? My

They put it here because this guy is such a bugero.

Where are we going?" I asked, clinging for dear life to the armrest. "The school," she said. "What school?" I asked her, wondering if the roar of the engine had hidden an important part of our conversation.

I encourage everyone who works with children to remember to occasionally pause and try to think like a child. I think you'll be glad you did.

What's your name?" "Stu." He eyed me carefully. "You were asking some things? In the store?" His statements were inflected as questions. I

Somebody you busted?" Amanda asked matter-of-factly.

when there was a third rap.

from around his neck started to undo the buttons on the front of his

Show me one who isn't

Tulip's nose pressed up against a

On entering the little green-walled

George Bernard Shaw which Annabel quoted so often: "Some men see things as they are and say, why; I dream things that never were and say, why not.

Adam took one hand off the handlebars and fingered the envelope in his inside pocket like a schoolboy the day before his birthday feeling the shape of a present in the hope of discovering some clue as to its contents. He felt certain that whatever it contained would not be to anyone's advantage now his father was dead, but it did not lessen his curiosity.