Quotes About Curiosity

Malcolm verbeet de pijn in zijn linkerarm en rommelde onder in de rugzak op zoek naar de alethiometer in de zwartfluwelen stof. Terwijl hij hem tevoorschijn haalde, viel het fluwelen lapje open en het gouden mechaniek glansde in het zwakke licht. 'Wat is dát?' vroeg Asriel. 'Een aardigheidje voor Lyra.' En Malcolm stopte het vlug tussen haar dekentjes.

There are some themes, some subjects, too large for adult fiction; they can only be dealt with adequately in a children's book. - Carnegie Medal Acceptance Speech

You'll be much more impressive if you stay silent and mysterious.

There are some themes, some subjects, too large for adult fiction; they can only be dealt with adequately in a children's book.

She wasn't sure what she wanted to do, except that she knew that if she fooled around for long enough, without fretting, or nagging herself, she'd find out.

If they turned their back on something frightening behind them and tried to get really interested in the stones and how they fitted together, or the leaves on the bush, like if only they could make themselves find that really important, they'd be safe.

The question was, she thought, was the universe alive or dead?

Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would.

Dust is beautiful...I never knew.

He picked up a book that lay on the floor. "Are you reading this?" he said. It was Simon Talbot's The Constant Deceiver. "Yes," she said. "I'm not sure about it." "That should please him.

Lyra was bursting to interrupt, because she knew this process. So did Dr Malone, and so did the poet Keats, whoever he was, and all of them knew you couldn't get it by straining towards it.

Themes that are too large for adult fiction can only be dealt with adequately in a children's book - Philip Pullman (Hunt and Lenz, 2001, p. 122 as cited by Hunt, 2005, p. 204)

It's a family joke that when I was a tiny child I turned from the window out of which I was watching a snowstorm, and hopefully asked, Momma, do we believe in winter?

Never in his life had occasion to ask himself, Why are things the way they are? Why should he bother, when the way they were was always perfect? Why are things the way they are? The question to which there is no answer, and up till then he was so blessed he didn't even know the question existed.

She thinks, I'm telling him who I am. He's interested in who I am. That is true, but I am curious about who she is because I want to fuck her.

a nervous, undernourished girl who continually looked down the front of her gown as though there was some sort of construction project going on under her clothes.

I'll be curious to see how we all come out someday. It could be an interesting story. You're not so nice and polite in your fiction, he said. You're a different person.

But it is INTERESTING trying to get a handle on one's own subjectivity--something to think about, to play around with, and what's more fun than that?

There are times, Sember, when I could believe your mother had a secret lover. Looking at you makes me wonder if it was one of my goats.

MCCOY The nearest thing I can figure out is that they're born pregnant. It seems to be a great timesaver... KIRK (sourly) Really? MCCOY From all I can find out, they seem to be bisexual, reproducing at will. (glancing around) And they have a lot of will.

Does blue have a smell?

Beautiful is mysterious. It tells us that there's so much more than what we're seeing or learning. And that's why we're drawn to it. Because we want to know the part we're not seeing or hearing.

Questions, all the questions, everything was a question and there were so few answers.

Humans haven't been on Hella long enough. We can vaccinate ourselves against the things we know are out there and all the things we think are out there, but we can't protect ourselves against all the things that might be out there that we don't know.