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A sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

We drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

Life's too short to worry about what other people think... Anyway, they should accept us for who we are.

I love New York on summer afternoons when every one's away. There's something very sensuous about it--overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.

No jury in this part of the world's going to say, "We think you're guilty, but not very," on a charge like that. It was either straight acquittal or nothing.

لقد كان رجل زوجته لا رجل نفسه.

That's my Middle West - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps, and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that...

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.