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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.

I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin.

You got to understand that as soon as a man goes to help someone, he leaves himself wide open.

Что ж поделать, простите меня. Я беженка из прошлого и, как все беженцы, вспоминаю обычаи и привычки бытия, которое бросила или вынуждена была бросить, и все они отсюда мнятся причудливыми, а я – ими одержимой. Как белогвардеец в Париже, что пьет чай, заблудившись в двадцатом веке, я влекусь назад, тщусь вновь обрести далекие тропы; сентиментальничаю без меры, теряюсь. Рыдаю. Это рыдания, не плач. Сижу на стуле и истекаю влагой, как губка.

I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.

What on earth could Ewell do to me, sister? Something furtive, Aunt Alexandra said. You may count on that. Nobody has much chance to be furtive in Maycomb, Atticus answered.

I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it callitself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to expressmyself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly asI can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use--silence, exile, and cunning.