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I long for some terrific disaster. Earthquake. Spectacular explosion. Her mother is messily but instantly and permanently eliminated, along with everybody else for miles around.

explain to Atticus that it wasn’t so much what Francis said that had infuriated me as the way he had said it. It was like he’d said snot-nose or somethin’. Scout, said Atticus, nigger-lover is just one of those terms that don’t mean anything—like snot-nose. It’s hard to explain—ignorant, trashy people use it when they think somebody’s favoring Negroes over and above themselves. It’s slipped into usage with some people like ourselves, when they want a common, ugly term to label somebody. You aren’t really a nigger-lover, then, are you? I certainly am. I do my best to love everybody . . . I’m

Why, swore Yossarian at him approvingly, you evil-eyed, mechanicallyaptituded, disaffiliated son of a bitch, did you walk around with anything in your cheeks?

And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.

I’m left with one consolation, small though it may be: my fountain pen was cremated, just as I would like to be someday!

the artist in me has been given the upper hand over the gentleman.

وقتی یک بچه چیزی ازت می‌پرسه، محض رضای خدا جواب سربالا بهش نده. صاف و ساده مطلب را براش توضیح بده. بچه‌ها بچه‌اند، اما اگه بهشون راست نگید رودتر از بزرگ‌ها متوجه میشن و جواب سربالا بدتر گیجشون می‌کنه.

Gentlemen, a court is no better than each man of you sitting before me on this jury. A court is only as sound as its jury, and a jury is only as sound as the men who make it up.

It's only that I feel an injustice has been committed. Why should I have somebody else's malaria and you have my dose of clap?

Chang! With light and sound and numbers round and round in a whirlwind, and maybe you win with what you end up with and maybe you lose and have to play again. Pay the man for another spin, son, pay the man.

... she had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple.

Aramızdaki anlaşmazlıkları yumruklaşarak çözme yaşını çoktan geçmiştik, o yüzden Atticus'a danıştık.

Money was the only measure of worth, for everyone, they got no respect as mothers.

I almost said—trying to find some casual remark—'I wonder sometimes what has become of the little McCoo girl, did she ever get better?'—but stopped in time lest she rejoin: 'I wonder sometimes what has become of the little Haze girl . . .

sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle

Hell of a life. Damned if you do and damned if you don’t. Puts a man in one confounded bind, I’d say. McMurphy

Oh God. It's no joke. Oh God oh God. How can I keep on living?

[N]obody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

The mark of a mature man is not willing to die for a worthy cause, rather it's willing to live for one

[He] is not going to exit to applause, even if the entire human race should favor him.