I'm always looking, and I'm always asking questions.

I grew a reputation for always asking questions and being nosy.

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds -- justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they can't go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

When you stop learning, stop listening, stop looking and asking questions, always new questions, then it is time to die.

My instincts for asking questions is to press but not to be a jerk about it.

The art and science of asking questions is the source of all knowledge.