Quotes About Curiosity

If you truly want honesty, don't ask questions you don't really want the answer to

You will always be lucky if you know how to make friends with strange cats.

I'm sorry, was this chicken seasoned with molten lava?

The length of life takes the leading place among inquiries about events following birth.

It is only the ignorant who despise education.

That wasn't gorilla was it?

Our minds are like our stomaches they are whetted by the change of their food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetite.

Our minds are like our stomachs; they are whetted by the change of their food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetites.

No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.

An innovator is one who does not know it cannot be done.

Children are born true scientists. They spontaneously experiment and experience and reexperience again. They select, combine, and test, seeking to find order in their experiences - "which is the mostest? which is the leastest?" They smell, taste, bite, and touch-test for hardness, softness, springiness, roughness, smoothness, coldness, warmness: the heft, shake, punch, squeeze, push, crush, rub, and try to pull things apart.

Children do not give up their innate imagination, curiosity, dreaminess easily. You have to love them to get them to do that.

Answers are like opium: the more you imbibe, the more you need. Which is why the sober man finds solace in mystery.

We're not allowed miracles," she told John. "We traded them in for technology some years ago and now we're stuck with finding out how things work.

Read. Read. Read. Just don't read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different style.

Read. Read. Read. Just don't read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different style.

Many adults feel that every children's book has to teach them something.... My theory is a children's book... can be just for fun.

Getting invisible is fun, but it could be dangerous.

Children's Song We live in our own world, A world that is too small For you to stoop and enter Even on hands and knees, The adult subterfuge. And though you probe and pry With analytic eye, And eavesdrop all our talk With an amused look, You cannot find the centre Where we dance, where we play, Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower, Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven.

I have one talent, and that is the capacity to be tremendously surprised, surprised at life, at ideas. This is to me the supreme Hasidic imperative: Don't be old. Don't be stale.

a child is a fire to be lit, not a vase to be filled

I believe that the choice of a first book, the book that opens your eyes and quickens your soul, is as involuntary as a first crush.

Those who wish to sit, shut their eyes, and meditate to know if the world's true or lies, may do so. It's their choice. But I meanwhile with hungry eyes that can't be satisfied shall take a look at the world in broad daylight.

Of course, I'm dying to be about for ever so long. I'll ask the King to find me the polar star. I must have seen it often, but I don't know exactly which it is.