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I ain’t cynical, Miss Alexandra. Tellin’ the truth’s not cynical, is it? The way you tell it, it is.

Jem, naturally, was Boo: he went under the front steps and shrieked and howled from time to time.

Почти всички хора са добри, Скаут, когато най-после ги видиш.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another

If she was on the porch when we passed, we would be raked by her wrathful gaze, subjected to ruthless interrogation regarding our behaviour, and given a melancholy prediction on what we would amount to when we grew up, which was always nothing.

The last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from New York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary colours, and hair bobbed in strange new ways...

الكتاب المُقدّس يكون أحياناً في يد شخص ما أسوأ من زجاجة ويسكي .. !

Jonas knew for a fact that it had been purchased by the Admiralty with a view to carrying out some very hush-hush experiments!

The notion originated with Daisy’s suggestion that we hire five bath-rooms and take cold baths, and then assumed more tangible form as a place to have a mint julep. Each of us said over and over that it was a crazy idea.—we all talked at once to a baffled clerk and thought, or pretended to think, that we were being very funny...

When it was time to play Boo's big scene, Jem would sneak into the house, steal the scissors from the sewingmachine drawer when Calpurnia's back was turned, then sit in the swing and cut up newspapers. Dill would walk by, cough at Jem, and Jem would fake a plunge into Dill's thigh. From where I stood it looked real.

Well, in the first place, you stopped to gimme a chance to tell you my side of it- you just lit right into me. When Jem an' I fuss Atticus doesn't ever listen to just Jem's side of it, he hears mine too

Haemon: No city is property of a single man.Creon: But custom gives possession to the ruler.Haemon: You'd rule a desert beautifully alone.

He hated her. Yes, he did. He hated her. Love, too, but it was a hard, hating kind of love.

Hay una cosa segura, más segura que ninguna: los ricos hacen dinero y los pobres hacen… niños

All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped... Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

Maybe he doesn't have anywhere to run off to...

I didn't have the answers to those questions, but what I did know was that I lived in a world that at any moment could erupt into fire. 

Down inside, of course, I wasn't sure, and yet I had to see her one more time. What I needed, I suppose, was some sort of final confirmation, something to carry with me when she was gone.

The box had done what Sweet Home had not, what working like an ass and living like a dog had not: drove him crazy so he would not lose his mind.

It made no difference to me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply—I was casually sorry, and then I forgot. It was on that same house party that we had a curious conversation about driving a car. It started because she passed so close to some workmen that our fender flicked a button on one man’s coat.You’re a rotten driver, I protested. Either you ought to be more careful, or you oughtn’t to drive at all.I am careful.No, you’re not.Well, other people are, she said lightly.What’s that got to do with it?They’ll keep out of my way, she insisted. It takes two to make an accident.Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself.I hope I never will, she answered. I hate careless people. That’s why I like you.Her gray, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home. I’d been writing letters once a week and signing them: Love, Nick, and all I could think of was how, when that certain girl played tennis, a faint mustache of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. Nevertheless there was a vague understanding that had to be tactfully broken off before I was free.Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.