There is no such thing as boredom, only an acute shortage of curiousity.

She was the light of my world, but with her sun gone down I notice the twinkling of the stars beyond, and each one of them a sun too.

There are queer things, evil things, out yonder, and there are bones of white men bleaching in the sun who have sought to know too much. Curiosity doesn't pay yonder.

("The Great White Moth")

Everything always bears looking into, astonishing as that fact is.

Science literacy is less about what you know and more about how your brain is wired for asking questions.

Okay, so I'll admit I'm curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat.