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It has been a day of wonder, this, our first day in the forest.

I think of her as a woman for whom every act is done for show, is acting rather than a real act. She does such things to look good, I think. She's out to make the best of it.

not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

. . . before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience,' said Atticus.

The world’s endin’, Atticus! Please do something –!’ I dragged him to the window and pointed. ‘No it’s not,’ he said. ‘It’s snowing.

Men, Colonel Cargill began in Yossarian’s squadron, measuring his pauses carefully. You’re American officers. The officers of no other army in the world can make that statement. Think about it.

and, assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man’s commendation with woman than report of valour.

The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total.

I fold back the sheet, get carefully up, on silent bare feet, in my nightgown, go to the window, like a child, I want to see. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow. The sky is clear but hard to make out, because of the searchlight; but yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink. The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway. I want Luke here so badly. I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. I repeat my former name, remind myself of what I once could do, how others saw me. I

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. "Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had." 

He was out of his mind, said Atticus. Don’t like to contradict you, Mr. Finch—wasn’t crazy—mean as hell. Low-down skunk with enough liquor in him to make him brave enough to kill children. He’d never have met you face to face.

A lawyer’s advice to his children as he defends the real mockingbird of Harper Lee’s classic novel – a black man charged with the rape of a white girl.

Sinking invalids blew kisses to him from windows. Aproned shopkeepers cheered ecstatically from the narrow doorways of their shops. Tubas crumped. Here and there a person fell and was trampled to death.

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: For women are as roses, whose fair flower, Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.

Men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit.

I told Jem if he set fire to the Radley house I was going to tell Atticus on him.

...pero se que perseguiréis a los pájaros. Mata a todos los arrendajos azules que queréis, si podéis darles, pero recordad que matar a un ruiseñor es pecado.

Everywhere he looked was a nut, and it was all a sensible young gentleman like himself could do to maintain his perspective amid so much madness. And it was urgent that he did, for he knew his life was in peril.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

He wanted me to play Scrabble with him, and kiss him as if I meant it. This is one of the most bizarre things that's happened to me, ever. Context is all.