Quotes About Curiosity

Please, Pa, can I ask just one more question?" "May I," said Ma. Laura began again. "Pa, please, may I--" "What is it?" Pa asked. It was not polite for little girls to interrupt, but of course Pa could do it.

The wings and the golden weather and the tang of frost in the mornings made Laura want to go somewhere. She did not know where. She wanted only to go.

Pa promised that when they came to the West, Laura should see a papoose.

Whatever are you making, Pa?" Laura asked, and he answered, "Wait and see." He heated the tip of the poker red-hot in the stove, and carefully he burned black every alternate little square. "Curiosity killed a cat, Pa," Laura said. "You look pretty healthy," said Pa.

But why couldn't the little cat—

I enjoy Mr. Verne's work," she went on brightly. "He writes of such exotic places. But you've seen all that sort of thing in person. I suppose it's nothing to you." "Of course. Giant squids. Cannibals. Every day.

But you were a goody-goody, you said.' 'Even goody-goodies think about such things. In fact, I would say that's what defines us. We're always thinking about the things we don't dare do, figuring out where the lines are drawn, so we can go right up to the edge of things, then plead innocence on the ground of a technicality.

What's going on here? Miles demanded, pushing his way past the last of the stampeding throng. And why is Santa worshiping that elf?

She can neither be ignored nor explained!

In the midst of a hive of customers and clerks, a small boy with blond hair neatly parted on one side stares up into the face of a bronze sculpture. It is Cuchulainn himself---the warrior light. The Hound of Coolan lashed to a boulder with spear drawn. But The Hound is leaning to one side and dying in a public hall of the Dublin Post Office.

He kissed me for a long moment, holding my shoulders, perhaps to keep me from pressing my whole body against his. Then he tried to lift my bag. My God, he said. What happened? I found out one may check out twenty books at a time from the school library.

Books are boring, James said as he wrote. They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, I offered.

Boys and girls hid in the library stacks or behind the gym and flew at each other with no promise of love or even kindness, tasting one another in clumsly attempts to steal pleasure before they could be hurt or hated.

As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.

All right, cow patties, I say we forget about why we're in this town, the new addition to the family, and what lies ahead, and invite a few of these hometown fillies to our table and see what happens.

Look, he even tried getting at the rope." Carl studied the scene. "With all the rodents

Questions are great, but only if you know the answers. If you ask questions and the answers surprise you, you look silly.

I looked at Micah, who shrugged. I looked at Rafael, who shook his head. Nice that none of us knew why he was undressing.

You're up to something, I said. He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. Moi? Yeah, you

I told her why we are here. I told you wouldn't hurt Jack. The coffin? I smiled. I couldn't help it. He was a 'jack in a box.

Would you truly sleep with strangers? I don't know, I haven't met the strangers yet.

She doesn't understand what she's asking, Jean-Claude said. No, but she asks, and if we do not do it, we will always wonder. I would rather thy and fail than regret having never tried at all.

Everyone turned towards me. The two female vamps smiled, most unpleasantly. They looked at me like I was a piece of candy and they wondered what sort of center I had. Soft and gooey, or hard with a nut in the middle? I'd had men undress me with their eyes, but I'd never had anything trying to picture what I'd look like with my skin off. Yikes.

I struggled to sit up, feeling stiff, but rested. "Where?" "Ted's house." I sat up straighter. Ted's house? Edward's house. I was finally going to get to see where Edward lived. I was going to snoop and strip some of his mystery away. If I didn't get killed, finding out Edward's secrets would make the entire trip worthwhile. If I did get killed, I'd come back and haunt Edward, see if I could make him see ghosts after all.