Quotes About Curiosity

I'm just capable of entertaining the fantastic idea that, in certain circumstances, Homo sapiens might actually be capable of thinking. It must be worth a go, since we've tried everything else.

WHAT FOR IS THIS BOX PADDED? IS IT TO BE SAT ON? CAN IT BE THAT IT IS CAT-FLAVOURED?

Science is not about building a body of known 'facts'. It is a method for asking awkward questions and subjecting them to a reality-check, thus avoiding the human tendency to believe whatever makes us feel good.

What's magic, eh? Just wavin' a stick an' sayin' a few wee magical words. An' what's so clever aboot that, eh? But lookin' at things, really lookin' at 'em, and then workin' 'em oout, now, that's a real skill.

I THINK... I THINK I COULD BE FRIENDS WITH THE GREEN BOTTLE.

Science is not interested in what stands to reason.

Everything is magic when you don't know what it is. Your sliding rule is a magic wand to most people.

I shall fear not. According to the Testament of Mezerek, the fisherman Nonpo spent four days in the belly of a giant fish, said Constable Visit. The thunder seemed particularly loud in the silence. Washpot, are we talking miracles here? said Reg eventually. Or just a very slow digestive process?

It was a large room, heavily outfitted with the usual badly ventilated furnaces, rows of bubbling crucibles, and one stuffed alligator. Things floated in jars. The air smelled of a limited life expectancy.

en el interior de cada anciano, hay un joven preguntándose qué demonios ha pasado.

Oh, no, said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, pushing his chair back. Not that. That's meddling with things you don't understand. Well, we are wizards, said Ridcully. We're supposed to meddle in things we don't understand. If we hung around waitin' till we understood things we'd never get anything done.

Man just went past with a cat on his head

For the first time in her life Granny wondered whether there might be something important in all these books people were setting such store by these days, although she was opposed to books on strict moral grounds, since she had heard that many of them were written by dead people and therefore it stood to reason reading them would be as bad as necromancy.

Lawn looked down at his patient. In the words of the philosopher Sceptum, the founder of my profession: am I going to get paid for this?

Well, I think, said Nobby, that when you rule out the impossible, whatever is left, however improbable, ain't worth hanging around for on a cold night wonderin' about when you could be getting on the outside of a big drink.

How many books are there? said Masklin. Hundreds! Thousands! Do you know what they're all about? Gurder looked at him blankly. Do you know what you're saying? he said. No. But I want to find out. They're about everything! You'd never believe it! They're full of words even I don't understand! Can you find a book which tells you how to understand words you don't understand? said Masklin. Gurder hesitated. It's an intriguing thought, he said.

The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they've found it.

An hour ago Cutwell had thumbed through the index of The Monster Fun Grimoire and had cautiously assembled a number of common household ingredients and put a match to them. Funny thing about eyebrows, he mused. You never really noticed them until they'd gone.

The anger rose up, joyfully. 'Yes! I'm me! I am careful and logical and I look up things I don't understand! When I hear people use the wrong words I get edgy! I am good with cheese. I read books fast! I think! And I always have a piece of string! That's the kind of person I am!

She is standing just behind you. Just behind your right shoulder. In the silence of the woods, Polly turned. I can't see her, she said. I am happy for you, said Wazzer, handing her the empty mug. But I didn't see anything, said Polly. No, said Wazzer. But you turned around...

Lord Vetinari lifted an eyebrow with the care of one who, having found a piece of caterpillar in his salad, raises the rest of the lettuce.

Why? Why not do things differently? Why should we do things how they have always been done before? And something inside her suddenly thrilled to the challenge.

You're wondering whether I really would cut your throat, panted Magrat. I don't know either. Think of the fun we could have together, finding out

REMIND ME AGAIN, he said, HOW THE LITTLE HORSE-SHAPED ONES MOVE.