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instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s 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.

The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.‘Atticus, he was real nice’. ‘Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.

The spirit gone, man is garbage.

We can be sure of tale; We can only pray for genius

Lembro-me de andar por galerias de arte, em meio a obras do século XIX: a obsessão que eles tinham por haréns. Dúzias de pinturas de haréns, mulheres gordas deitadas à toa em divãs, com turbantes na cabeça ou barretes de veludo, sendo abanadas com rabos de penas de pavão, um eunuco ao fundo montando guarda. Estudos de carne sedentária pintados por homens que nunca tinham estado lá. Aquelas pinturas deveriam ser eróticas e eu achava que eram, na época; mas vejo agora o que realmente retratavam. Eram pinturas que retratavam animação suspensa, retratavam espera, retratavam objetos que não estavam em uso. Eram pinturas que retratavam o tédio. Mas talvez o tédio seja erótico, quando mulheres o fazem, por homens.

Blessed be those that mourn, for they shall be comforted. Nobody said when,

A type like Peter finds it difficult to stand on his own feet, but it's even harder to stand on your own feet as a conscious, living being. Because if you do, than it's twice as difficult to steer a right path through the sea of problems and still remain constant through it all.

Then I thought about the whole bunch of them sticking me in a goddam cemetery and all, with my name on this tombstone and all. Surrounded by dead guys. Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in a river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.

for she had a lively, playful disposition, which delighted in anything ridiculous.

For the liveliness of your mind, I did.

The remainder of my schooldays were no more auspicious than the first. Indeed, they were an endless Project that slowly evolved into a Unit, in which miles of construction paper and wax crayon were expended by the State of Alabama in its well-meaning but fruitless efforts to teach me Group Dynamics.

Ich fühle mich wie Zuckerwatte: Zucker und Luft. Einmal fest drücken, und ich werde mich in einen kleinen gräßlichen feuchten Klumpen von weinendem Rosarot verwandeln.

We are being looked at, assessed, whispered about; we can feel it, like tiny ants running on our bare skins. Here

See kuristik, mille poole sa veered, on erilist laadi, kohutav kuristik. Inimene, kes sinna kukub, ei tunne selle põhja. Ta aina langeb ja langeb. Niisugusesse kuristikku langevad inimesed, kes oma elu teataval perioodil on hakanud otsima midagi sellist, mida nende ümbrus neile pakkuda ei suuda. Või õigemini - kes arvavad, et nende ümbrus ei suuda seda neile pakkuda. Ja nad loobuvad otsimast. Loobuvad enne, kui nad on õieti alustanudki.

He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

The world is blinded by his fortune and consequence, or frightened by his high and imposing manners, and sees him only as he chooses to be seen.

and agreeable

circumstances

Nick is no longer with us. He may have gone down the back stairs, not wishing to be seen.