Quotes About Curiosity

Why not?" Mrs. Scaife said, navigating her way back to the sofa and dropping anchor ("Ouf") on the salmon damask.

Gloria hesitated to imagine what kind of emergency might take place in the bedroom that would require her to hit a panic button. Graham wanting sex, maybe.

The rest of the Cokers gravitated rapidly towards the casualty. They were naturally drawn to trouble.

the dogs had got into the graveyard and were now moving like Hoovers across the ground, their noses down, their tails up, their small dog brains consumed with the idea of uncharted territory and a thousand new scents.

There is a world outside these walls.

You can try things on if you want," Izzie said carelessly. "Although you're rather small compared to me. Jolie et petite." Ursula declined, fearing enchantment. They were the kind of clothes that might turn you into someone else.

He smelled of cloves and pipe tobacco and had a twinkly look about him as if he were going to toast muffins or read a particularly good story to her, but instead he beamed at Ursula and said, So, I hear you tried to kill your maid? (Oh, that's why I'm here, Ursula thought.)

You have the hey to the library, he said. Only be careful what you read.

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.

What shall we do there? Climb up the hill to the old fort and look at the little wriggling gold snakes, and watch the lizards sun themselves.

Rats have a sense of humor. Rats, in fact think the world is very funny. And they are right, dear reader. They are right.

We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?

He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.

What is?', he said. 'What if?' is a question that belongs to magic.

Despereaux was reading the story out loud to himself. He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end...

READ. You have no business wanting to be a writer unless you are a reader. You should read fantasies and essays, biographies and poetry, fables and fairy tales. Read, read, read, read, read.

Baby leaned back in her seat. The train seemed to be going faster, and from somewhere far away Baby heard music. It was a song that she knew but couldn't quite place. Do you hear music? she said to Sheila. I hear something, said Sheila. She closed her eyes. She was quiet. I've got a physics professor who says that the stars sing to each other all the time. Isn't that cool? Maybe the music we're hearing is the stars singing.

Where had Mrs. Borkowski's should gone? (p. 139)

He thought about the stars. He remembered what they looked like from his bedroom window. What made them shine so brightly, he wondered, and were they still shining somewhere even though he could not see them? Never in my life, he thought, have I been farther away from the stars than I am now.

There is just no predicting what kind of sentences you might say, thought Flora. For instance, who would ever think you would shout, "You're going to vacuum up that squirrel!"?

If he was dead, well, that was interesting, too.

Never enough. We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?

will be a scientific adventure.

Leo Matienne had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.