Even when I was older, I couldn't stop asking questions.
I spend a lot of my time on the phone, pestering people. 'What's new in your lab? Can I come visit your lab? When can I come visit your lab?' I'm basically a professional pesterer.
The critical spirit never knows when to stop meddling.
Those who do not stop asking silly questions become scientists.
A constant interrogation.
I am all in favor of the skeptical mind. Do not believe anything unless you have experienced it. Do not believe anything - go on questioning, however long it takes.
Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.
I like to push people till I get the truth out of them. Get them drunk, or whatever. Then discover what they really think. Push them and push them and push them.
Try to guess my answer to that question, however temptingly you pose it.
A woman who repeatedly asks a man she knows to be gay when he's going to get married and have children is not trying to let sleeping dogs lie.
There is nothing so carking as the pangs of unsatisfied curiosity.
But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?
If you have half a story and you don't know the rest, you use what you have to pry the rest out of someone.
It's less frustrating if someone recognizes me for it [ Pretty Reckless ]; it's more frustrating that I still get asked about it.
I like to push people till I get the truth out of them.
