Quotes About Curiosity

Stop it," he whispered. "Stop what?" "Looking at me like that." "I'm trying to figure you out.

Know what you do to me, city girl?" The question seemed to ease her mind. The corner of her lips curled up. "Good to know.

I wanted to know all the bones in your spine, all the pores of your skin, tendrils of body hair. To let all of my skin, my hands, ankles, shoulders, breasts, even my shadow, be forever imprinted with whatever of you is forever unknown of me.

She didn't read to show off at book groups or for discussion. She never made a show of her erudition. She just liked to be lost.

I don't understand why people monologue about what they don't want to eat as if it's interesting.

Why do you think UFOs never land? Why don't ghosts just say hello?

She wears only black-rimmed glasses, and is holding a paperback titled Murder and Mayhem in Goose Pimple Junction. Her light

Maybe there are some things we were put on this earth not to know.

We were born to be free, to expand our horizons by going where we have never gone before, and not to hang out in the relative comfort and safety of the nest, the known. There is a place within us that is courageous beyond our human understanding; it yearns to explore beyond the boundaries of our daily life.

How many of those dead animals you see on the highway are suicides?

Art isn't the answer. It's another way of asking the question.

She couldn't put into words how desparately she wanted to know what had happened to Sarah. But she'd suddenly realized that Sarah was not the only one who had lost her memory of what happened when she was a little girl. Hundreds of thousands of people had lost their memories of what had happened to them ...

An Englishman asks you what you know. An American asks you what's in your wallet. An Indian asks you what's your family history.

One cannot really discover new oceans unless and until she/he dares to lose sight of the shore, the most familiar territory and the comfort zone.

Physicist's wife asked him to read 'The Cat in the Hat' by Dr. Seuss to their child. The Physicist said that he had never heard of 'The Cat in the Hat' by Dr. Seuss, but he's very familiar with 'The Cat in the Box' by Dr. Schrodinger, which he would be happy to read to their child.

Thaddeus Osbert sat in the middle of my office, scrunched over so he could fit. He looked me right in the eye and said, "So, I understand you believe in dragons." I nodded. He sat back and studied me for a minute or two, before uttering, "Yes, you'll do.

Every body has a tickle spot, somtimes you just have to find it.

Who, me?" Gary said, grinning.

Stairs," Valkyrie said, disappointed. "Not just ordinary stairs," Skulduggery told her as he led the way down. "Magic stairs." "Really?" "Oh, yes." She followed him into the darkness. "How are they magic?" "They just are." "In what way?" "In a magicky way." She glared at the back of his head. "They aren't magic at all, are they?" "Not really.

What is it?' Stephanie whispered. 'That, my dear Valkyrie, is what we call a monster.' She looked at Skulduggery. 'You don't know what it is, do you?' 'I told you what it is, it's a horrible monster. Now shut up before it comes over here and eats us.

They might be kittens," she said hopefully. "They're stalking us." "They might be shy." "I don't think it's kittens, Valkyrie." "Puppies, then?

He does this on purpose," Stephanie's mother said as they sat in the car, seat belts on and ready to go. They watched him appear at the front door, shrug into his jacket, tuck in his shirt, go to step out, and then pause. "He looks like he's about to sneeze," Stephanie remarked.

Well," her mother said, looking at the engine, "at least that's still there." "Do you know anything about engines?" Stephanie asked. "That's why I have a husband, so I don't have to. Engines and shelves, that's why men were invented." Stephanie made a mental note to learn about engines before she turned eighteen. She wasn't too fussed about the shelves.

What kind of trees are those?" she asked Milo. "Green," he said, and that's how the conversation ended.