Quotes About Curiosity

We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?

There's always something to occupy the inquiring mind.

Being able to read and write did not provide answers to all questions. It led to other questions, and then to others.

Where there is an emptiness, the mind will obligingly fill it up. Fear is always at hand to supply any vacancies, as is curiosity. I have had ample experience with both.

Everyone thinks writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but that's wrong. They know less, that's why they write. Trying to find out what everyone else takes for granted.

If you want what's in the package you should at least know how to get the string off, is what I say.

Maybe I don't really want to know what's going on. Maybe I'd rather not know. Maybe I couldn't bear to know. The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.

it's doors I'm afraid of because I can't see through them, its the door opening by itself in the wind I'm afraid of.

It isn't the sort of thing you ask questions about, because the answers are not usually answers you want to know.

But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for everything?

Death is much too high a price to pay for the satisfaction of curiosity, needless to say.

She talks with wolves, without knowing what sort of beasts they are: Where have you been all my life? they ask. Where have I been all my life? she replies.

One look at a banana and you can tell it came from outer space.

Why can't I believe? she asked the darkness. Behind her eyelids she saw an animal. It was golden colour, with gentle green eyes and canine teeth, and curly wool instead of fur. It opened its mouth, but it did not speak. Instead, it yawned. It gazed at her. She gazed at it. You are the effect of a carefully calibrated blend of plant toxins, she told it. Then she fell asleep.

Forbidden things are open to the imagination.

But how can you have a sense of wonder if you're prepared for everything? Prepared for the sunset. Prepared for the moonrise. Prepared for the ice storm. What a flat existence that would be.

From this distance it does resemble fun. Fun is not knowing how it will end.

It was a question now, rather than a statement; a question with no answer.

Sometimes I wish she would just shut up and let me walk in peace. But I'm ravenous for news, any kind of news; even if it's false news, it must mean something.

like a cat that crawls onto the page when you're trying to read.

Our curiosity is supposed to have limits, though these have never been defined exactly.

If I'd been older I would've asked what it was right away, but I didn't because I wanted to postpone the moment when I would know what it was. In stories I'd read, I'd come across the words nameless dread. They'd just been words then, but now that's exactly what I felt.

Which way will the cat jump?

Fuck , thinks Stan. She knows about the chickens.