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This is the kind of touch they like: folk art, archaic, made by women, in their spare time, from things that have no further use. A return to traditional values. Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?

The red is the same but there is no connection. The tulips are not tulips of blood, the red smiles are not flowers, neither thing makes a comment on the other. The tulip is not a reason for disbelief in the hanged man, or vice versa. Each thing is valid and really there.

I sort of miss everybody I told about.

those children to work while Tom’s in jail. If

That's what I thought, too," he said at last, "when I was your age. If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other? If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other? Scout, I think I'm beginning to understand something. I think I'm beginning to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all this time. . .it's because he want's to stay inside.

His soul had arisen from the grave of boyhood, spurning her grave-clothes. Yes! Yes! Yes! He would create proudly out of the freedom and power of his soul, as the great artificer whose name he bore, a living thing, new and soaring and beautiful, impalpable, imperishable.

Not I; I must be found;My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,Shall manifest me rightly.

That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done;

(Courage is) when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.

Stephen looked coldly on the oblong skull beneath him overgrown with tangled twine-coloured hair.

Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds Rather than make unprofited return.

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.   From

We have learned to see the world in gasps. To

It was lovely. Not to be stared at, not seen, but being pulled into view by the interested, uncritical eyes of the other.

The best remedy for those who are frightened, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then and only then can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature’s beauty and simplicity.

Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win, Atticus said.

while in Maycomb meant anything from three days to thirty years. Jem and I exchanged glances. Jem’s growing

Opportunity only knocks once in this world, he would say. Major Major’s father repeated this good joke at every opportunity.

Do you feel how profound that is because you are a poet?

Love thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers.