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O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet,

Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?

He put his arms around me. We were both feeling miserable. How were we to know we were happy, even then? Because we at least had that: arms, around.

What he might call cowardice other people called common sense.

Мужество — это когда заранее знаешь, что ты проиграл, и всё-таки берёшься за дело и наперекор всему на свете идёшь до конца.

you can choose your friends but you sho’ can’t choose your family, an’ they’re still kin to you no matter whether you acknowledge ’em or not, and it makes you look right silly when you don’t. That’s

He waited for some moments, listening, before he too took up the air with them. He was listening with pain of spirit to the overtone of weariness behind their frail fresh innocent voices. Even before they set out on life's journey they seemed weary already of the way.

But come what may, I do adore thee so That danger shall seem sport, and I will go!

In this way the squad has merely made the turn-about and a couple of paces, while the squad-leader dashes backwards and forwards like a fart on a curtain-pole.

I am not being wasted. Why do I want?

As soon as one strip of husk was down, the rest obeyed and the ear yielded up to him its shy rows, exposed at last. How loose the silk. How quick the jailed-up flavor ran free. No matter what all your teeth and wet fingers anticipated, there was no accounting for the way that simple joy could shake you. How loose the silk. How fine and loose and free.

No matter what anybody says to you, don’t you let ’em get your goat. Try fighting with your head for a change . . . it’s a good one, even if it does resist learning. Atticus, are we going to win it? No, honey. Then, why— Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win, Atticus said. You

All right, I’ll dance with you, she said, before Yossarian could even speak. But I won’t let you sleep with me. Who asked you? Yossarian asked her. You don’t want to sleep with me? she exclaimed with surprise. I don’t want to dance with you.

This race and this country and this life produced me, he said I shall express myself as I am.

If you don't like it, change it, we said, to each other and to ourselves. And so we would change the man, for another one. Change, we were sure, was for the better always. We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves.

It is just passing the buck, as children do, to mothers. I’ve

It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too.

Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a goddamn toilet seat.

...luchamos contra nuestros amigos. Pero tenlo presente, por muy mal que se ponga la cosa, siguen siendo nuestros amigos, esté es nuestro hogar.

There are just some kind of men who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one.