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Where I am is not a prison but a privilege, as Aunt Lydia said, who is in love with either/or.

My Lolita had a way of raising her bent left knee at the ample and springy start of the service cycle when there would develop and hang in the sun for a second a vital web of balance between toed foot, pristine armpit, burnished arm and far back-flung racket, as she smiled up with gleaming teeth at the small globe suspended so high in the zenith of the powerful and graceful cosmos she had created for the express purpose of falling upon it with a clean resounding crack of her golden whip.

mad at ’em because he ain’t a big guy. You seen little

Perhaps Calpurnia sensed that my day had been a grim one: she let me watch her fix supper. Shut your eyes and open your mouth and I’ll give you a surprise, she said. It was not often that she made crackling bread, she said she never had time, but with both of us at school today had been an easy one for her. She knew I loved crackling bread. I missed you today, she said. The house got so lonesome ’long about two o’clock I had to turn on the radio. Why? Jem’n me ain’t ever in the house unless it’s rainin’. I know, she said, but one of you’s always in callin’ distance. I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin’ after you. Well, she said, getting up from the kitchen chair, it’s enough time to make a pan of cracklin’ bread, I reckon. You run along now and let me get supper on the table. Calpurnia bent down and kissed me. I ran along, wondering what had come over her. She had wanted to make up with me, that was it. She had always been too hard on me, she had at last seen the error of her fractious ways, she was sorry and too stubborn to say so. I was weary from the day’s crimes. After supper, Atticus sat down with the paper and called, Scout, ready to read? The Lord sent me more than I could bear, and I went to the front porch. Atticus followed me. Something

Change, we were sure, was for the better always. We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves.

In short, to sum up all in a few words, or in a single one, I may tell you I am Don Quixote of La Mancha, otherwise called 'The Knight of the Rueful Countenance;' for though self-praise is degrading, I must perforce sound my own sometimes, that is to say, when there is no one at hand to do it for me.

and he wore high-heeled boots and spurs to prove he was not a laboring man.

am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worser place can I beg in your love, And yet a place of high respect with me,— Than to be usèd as you use your dog?

There is something subversive about this garden of Serena's, a sense of buried things bursting upwards, wordlessly, into the light, as if to point, to say: Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard, though silently.

But our depraved age does not deserve to enjoy such a blessing as those ages enjoyed when knights-errant took upon their shoulders the defence of kingdoms, the protection of damsels, the succour of orphans and minors, the chastisement of the proud, and the recompense of the humble.

Soy la criatura más dichosa del mundo. Tal vez otros lo hayan dicho antes, pero nadie con tanta justicia.

I must to the barber's, mounsieur; for methinks I am     marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a tender ass, if     my hair do but tickle me I must scratch.

We thought we could do better.Better? I say, in a small voice. How can he think this is better?Better never means better for everyone, he says. It always means worse, for some.

VLADIMIR: Well? What do we do?ESTRAGON: Don't let's do anything. It's safer.

Who will not change a raven for a dove?

the way love feels is always only approximate.

The more people I meet the happier I become.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.

Kick in the door, and what did I tell you? Caught in the act, sinfully Scrabbling. Quick, eat those words.

Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.