Quotes About Curiosity

There's no point in asking why, even though everybody will. I know why. The harder question is why not? I can't believe she ran out of answers before I did.

I sit at a table close to his desk. Ivy is in this class. She sits by the door. I keep staring at her, trying to make her look at me. That happens in movies--people can feel it when oother people stare at them and they just have to turn around and say something. Either Ivy has a great force field, or my lazer vision isn't very strong....

Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

The room does not smell like apple. It smells like frog juice, a cross between a nursing home and potato salad. The Back Row pays attention. Cutting dead frogs is cool.

Cutting dead frogs is cool.

She wants to hear all about our day, how long I've lived in town, and asks little sideways questions about my parents, so she can figure out if I'm the kind of friend she wants for her daughter. I don't mind. I think it's nice that she cares.

I open books, but the stories are all locked up and I don't know the magic words.

Hurry up," Gracie called after him. "I want to talk to dead people.

stopped what they were doing and ran out of doors to stare. The news spread from the prison as fast

Other than that, employ this rule: A book gets fifty pages. If you aren't dying to get back to it the next day, move on over to the next one.

Why the devil was my husband positively grinning - and with what looked remarkably like relief?

Pray tell," she said, although her voice told him not to. He ignored her tone, let out a thoughtful cloud of smoke, and said, ...

You got to ask a street question to get a street answer.

Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?

Research is a joy, especially when one is not burdened with an excessive reverence for the truth.

Good evening," I said. "I suppose you're wondering why I summoned you all here.

I have been thinking about the girl I met last night in the mirror: dark on the marble-ivory white: glossy black hair: deep suspiring eyes in which one's glances sink because they are nervous, curious, turned to sexual curiosity.

He sits all day on the terrace of the Brokers' Club watching women pass, with the restless eye of someone endlessly shuffling through an old soiled pack of cards.

Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me and then show me the place where he was hanged.

In India when I was a boy they had great big green lizards there, and if you shouted or shot them their tails would fall off. There was only one boy in the school who could catch lizards intact. No one knew quite how he did it. He had a special soft way of going up to them, and he'd bring them back with their tails on. That strikes me as the best analogy I can give you. To try and catch your poem without its tail falling off.

Is That All There Is?

Listening a cultivated person of today that jokes and almost boasts about his scientific ignorance, is as sad as listening a scientist that boasts about not having read any poem.

How sad if we pass through life and never see it with the eyes of a child.

Why are they sad and glad and bad? I do not know, go ask your dad.