Quotes About Curiosity

Some questions can't be answered." "Why?" "The question why will plague you for your entire life.

Don't you think that's the beauty of a book? It can take you places you can't visit on your own, lets you meet people and see things you can't in real life.

Expanding your notion of fun beyond a two-week vacation in Maui increases the chances you'll have more of it.

Her secret? Loving her own life. Finding the things that came her way of immense interest and animating them. No matter what was going on, it was great to be her, starring in her own true-life adventure.

The best way to learn nothing about wine is to continue to drink what you already know you like.

What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?

Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ...sock." His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper. Uh-uh." She shook her head for added emphasis. Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts.

What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded. "Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly. Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.

He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.

There are three floors beneath the garage? Why on earth?" -Mac

What are you? "A man with a rope?" "Ha-ha.

I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.

Are you decent?" a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar. "Nay, but we're clothed," Cian purred.

Aw, kiss him, Gwen, clamored a hundred perky eggs. Shut up, she rebuked. We don't even know him, and until moments ago we thought he was dead. That's no way to start a relationship.

She says, all serious like, Lor, you're a really sweet guy (who the bloody fuck is she talking about? I'm looking around the bed but it's only me and her)...

Who shit in your coffee this morning?" "And you don't say things like that. You're Ryodan

What's not right about her, Farley?" she asked curiously. An annoyed humph. A few ahems, then a thoroughly miffed, "She's a fine enough lass, that is, when one is able to actually look at her, but"--he broke off with a deeply aggrieved sigh and cleared his throat several times before continuing--"'twould appear she's haveing, er...solidity problems.

Someday I'm going to push Jericho Barrons as far as I can and see what happens.

How could a peacock lust for a lion?

Mi ez a haslánc? – Úgy t?nt, különösen szereti Å'ket. – Amikor hátulról szeretkezem veled, azzal húzlak közelebb magamhoz, és hatolok még mélyebbre. Kinyitottam, majd becsuktam a szám. Én voltam olyan hülye, hogy megkérdezem.

See that blonde down there with the big tits? I was about to get laid." "One, I'm too young to hear that kind of stuff, and two, I don't see you carrying a club to knock her over the head with, so how were you going to accomplish that?

I decided to try a stab in the dark, figuring anyone who worked with so many books surely knew a little of something about a lot of everything.

Me under her, behind her. Driving up into her. What will she do? Say? How does she sound when she comes?

He was a rightie, I couldn't help but notice.