Quotes About Curiosity

She eats grass. Don't ask.

As one, the shapechangers turned and looked at me. I wondered what they'd do if I asked to borrow a cup of sugar.

I crouched on the beam. The bunnycat shivered less than a foot away. Here . . . Bunny? Kitty? Here, cute creature thing . . . Don't be scared.

Screwy, I said. Is that a medical term? Of course.

Besides, if I'd decided to pull Carver's spine out of his body, I would've done it already." "Can you actually do that?" Curran frowned. "I don't know. I mean theoretically if you broke the spine above the pelvis, you could, but then there are ribs . . . I'll have to try it sometime.

She can tell you the height of the attacker from the trigonometry of the blood spatter, while I'm fuzzy on what trigonometry is.

The vampire leaned forward, tapping a scimitar claw. Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork? Yep. Is he carrying a moon on his pitchfork? No, it's a pie.

I wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk.

He said, 'Yeah, but will I get chicks? In truckloads?

I dived for it, caught it three inches above the cement, and found myself face-to-face with the salamander. Ruby-red eyes regarded me with mild curiosity, black lips parted, and a long, spiderweb-thin filament of a tongue slithered from the salamander's mouth and kissed the sphere's glass in the reflection of my nose. Hi, I love you, too.

Yes," Curran said. "We'd like you to officiate." "I'm sorry?" "We'd like you to marry us," I said. Roman's eyes went wide. He pointed to himself. "Me?" "Yes," Curran said. "Marry you?" "Yes." "You do know what I do, right?" "Yes," I said. "You're Chernobog's priest.

If you put a door marked Authorized Personnel ONLY and me in the same building, sooner or later I'll try to jimmy its lock to discover what's so special about it.

I'd managed to find a hobbit in the Caucasus Mountains. I wondered what he would do if I asked him about second breakfast.

Can I be of assistance? Saiman asked. Have you ever delivered a child? Doolittle asked. Yes, I have. Good. We have to perform a C-section. One of her unborn is trying to kill the other. Fascinating, Saiman said. [p.304]

And what causes orgasm in a man?" Kate Daniels, the sex-ed specialist. Kill me, somebody.

And your skin is like honey. I wonder how you taste. Bitter and tired. Mhm.

Attosecond?" Gaston asked. "I'm guessing it's a very, very small fraction of a second," I said. "One quintillionth of a second," George said, without raising his head from his reader. Jack pondered him. "Have you started memorizing random crap again to amuse yourself?" "No, I'm connected to the wireless," George said. "I googled it.

Something clicked in my brain. "I remember where I've seen you before. You're Curran's..."—lover, mistress, honey-bunny—"significant other." Dear God, what could the Beast Lord's concubine possibly want from me?

I really would 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." "How about you don't kill anybody for a little bit?" "I can't make that promise.

Either he fell asleep in his clothes, or he felt the need to be fully dressed at two o'clock in the morning for some nefarious reason. Leon didn't have any other kind of reasons.

I'm curious, have you ever attempted to prevent her from doing what she wanted to do? I'd be delighted to hear how it went.

I grew up with a fascination with Marco Polo. I had this unlikely interest in the East as a young man, and you can't really read about Chinese history and philosophy without encountering him at every turn.

Where do I get the confidence to be different? A lot of it comes from curiosity. I spent years as a young man trying to understand the business I'm in. I have spent decades staying connected to how the rest of the world works.

There's nothing I believe in more strongly than getting young people interested in science and engineering, for a better tomorrow, for all humankind.