Quotes About Curiosity

Weit hinten in irgend einer Nasenhöhle hatte der Zufall aus Schleim eine zweistimmige Panflöte geformt, der wir gezwungen waren zu lauschen.

She found his testicles first and, not at all afraid now, she curled her fingers softly around this extraordinary bristling item she had seen in different forms on dogs and horses, but had never quite believed could fit comfortably on adult humans.

Surely, there was grandeur in experiment.

I wanted characters I could believe in, and I wanted to be made curious about what was to happen to them. Generally, I preferred people to be falling in and out of love, but I didn't mind so much if they tried their hand at something else.

When player and listener together know the route so well, the pleasure is in the deviation, the unexpected turn against the grain. To see a world in a grain of sand.

I wanted characters I could believe in, and I wanted to be made curious about what was to happen to them.

One great inconvenience of death, according to Roland, lay in being removed from the story. Having followed it this far he needed to know how things would turn out.

Without a specific destination, the visitors chose routes as they might choose a colour

Ragged curls of unfurling ampersands swam across her vision.

My advice to newborns: don't cry, look around, taste the air.

the kind of child who seemed to start reading without anyone realising or noticing

The key to all human interaction, Morley often advised me, is simply to ask others about themselves. Nothing else matters- and everything then follows.

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Truman's diary entry of July 25 remains an inexplicable curiosity. Perhaps he felt sudden qualms, and soothed them with therapeutic delusions. He might have sensed that future historians and biographers were reading over his shoulder, and hoped to be commended as a man of delicate conscience. If so, the entry was a feckless gesture, serving only to leave the impression that the diary was not a faithful record of Truman's inner thoughts.

Are you sure you know where you're going? Andrea frowned. Would you like me to pull over and ask that bamboo for directions? I don't know, do you think it will answer? We peered at the bamboo. I think it looks suspicious, Andrea said. Maybe there is a heffalump hiding in it. Andrea stared at me. You know, heffalump? From Pooh Bear? Where do you even get this shit?

Where is Barbie? The female shifter snickered and choked it off. Is there a stripper pole?

Who is Hunter Becker? Becker the Gory? Lighthouse Keepers? Boston? I would've preferred Becker the Easiley Surrendering or Becker the Quite Reasonable, but beyond that his name tells me nothing.

Where to now? I asked. Hold on, Robert said. I'm still . . . coming to terms with your mode of transportation. Take your time, I nudged Cuddles, turning her to give him a better view. Cuddles flicked her ears, lifted her feet, and pranced. Oh dear God.

I would really like to know, he said with genuine curiosity. The next time I kill someone, I'd like to do it in a way that doesn't freak you out.

When in doubt, poke the beehive with a stick to see if anything interesting flies out. I clapped my hands. 'I had no idea Pit teams had such pretty cheerleaders. Can you do it again, but with more spirit this time?

Go to the Black Sea, meet new people, see beautiful places, get killed by a mutant carnivorous kangaroo goat. One item off my bucket list.

If your head explodes can I have your stuff?

If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody. Of course, Raphael might like that...

Kate leaned back against her chair. Where is the bane of my existence? In the shower, freshening up. Oh, God, who did Asciano screw now? No, no, he's covered in blood. Oh good. She sighed and stopped. The kid is covered in blood and we're relieved. There is something wrong with us.