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Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men."--Charlie Gordan

Isn't it fascinating that Nazis always manage to adopt the word freedom?

...when I left her to-day, she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said. 'The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.' 

no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . And then one fine morning—So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

See, Biff, everybody around me is so false that I'm constantly lowering my ideals...

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!

The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it were raining.

I simply want to tell you that there are some men in this world who were born to do our unpleasant jobs for us. Your father’s one of them.Oh, said Jem. Well.Don’t you oh well me, sir, Miss Maudie replied, recognizing Jem’s fatalistic noises, you are not old enough to appreciate what I said.Jem was staring at his half-eaten cake. It’s like bein’ a caterpillar in a cocoon, that’s what it is, he said. Like somethin’ asleep wrapped up in a warm place. I always thought Maycomb folks were the best folks in the world, least that’s what they seemed like.We’re the safest folks in the world, said Miss Maudie. We’re so rarely called on to be Christians, but when we are, we’ve got men like Atticus to go for us.

I was not so sure, but Jem told me I was being a girl, that girls always imagined things, that’s why other people hated them so, and if I started behaving like one I could just go off and find some to play with.

Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.

It always surprised him when he thought of it later that he did not sink under the load of despair.

You’re a gentleman, they used to say to him. You shouldn’t have gone murdering people with a hatchet; that’s no occupation for a gentleman.

Mrs. Jennings was a widow, with an ample jointure. She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she had now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the world.

Boy, did he depress me! I don't mean he was a bad guy- he wasn't. But you don't have to be bad guy to depress somebody- you can be a good guy and do it.

It is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.

There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes.

When you are in love, things make even more sense, he thought.

As a girl, she was a legal prey, especially if she was dressed in a worn black leather jacket and had pierced eyebrows, tattoos, and zero social status.

Goodness me, the clock has struck-Alackday, and fuck my luck.

Thomas Jefferson once said that all men are created equal (...). There is a tendency (...) for certain people to use this phrase out of context, to satisfy all conditions. The most ridiculous example I can think of is that the people who run public education promote the stupid and idle along with the industrious-because all men are created equal, educators will gravely tell you, the children left behind suffer terrible feelings of inferiority. We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would have us believe-some people are smarter than others, some people have more opportunity because they're born with it, some men make more money than others, some ladies make better cakes than others-some people are born gifted beyond the normal scope of most men.