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Weeping For Anna Karenina And Being Terrified By Hannibal Lecter, Entering The Heart Of Darkness With Mistah Kurtz, Having Holden Caulfield Ring You Up - Some Things Should Happen On Soft Pages, Not Cold Metal.

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Simply Because We Were Licked A Hundred Years Before We Started Is No Reason For Us Not To Try To Win.

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Ladies Bathed Before Noon, After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frostings Of Sweat And Sweet Talcum.

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Atticus Told Me To Delete The Adjectives And I'd Have The Facts.

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They're Ugly, But Those Are The Facts Of Life.

Finders Were Keepers Unless Title Was Proven.

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I Wonder How Much Of The Day I Spend Just Callin' After You.

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Real Courage Is When You Know You're Licked Before You Begin, But You Begin Anyway And See It Through No Matter What.

It's Not Necessary To Tell All You Know.

I Think I'll Be A Clown When I Get Grown,' Said Dill. Jem And I Stopped In Our Tracks. Yes Sir, A Clown,' He Said. 'there Ain't One Thing In This World I Can Do About Folks Except Laugh, So I'm Gonna Join The Circus And Laugh My Head Off.' You Got It Backwards, Dill,' Said Jem. 'clowns Are Sad, It's Folks That Laugh At Them.' Well I'm Gonna Be A New Kind Of Clown. I'm Gonna Stand In The Middle Of The Ring And Laugh At The Folks.

Dill Said Striking A Match Under A Turtle Was Hateful. “how Do You Know A Match Don't Hurt Him?” “turtles Can't Feel, Stupid,” Said Jem. “where You Ever A Turtle, Huh?

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Cecil Jacobs Is A Big Wet Hen!

You've Really Got To Start Hitting The Books Because It's No Joke Out Here.

I'm Gonna Be A New Kind Of Clown. I'm Gonna Stand In The Middle Of The Ring And Laugh At The Folks.

Dill?" Mm?" Why Do You Reckon Boo Radleys Never Run Off?" Dill Sighed A Long Sigh And Turned Away From Me. Maybe He Doesn't Have Anywhere To Run Off To

That Boy Is Your Company. And If He Wants To Eat Up That Tablecloth, You Let Him, You Hear?

We Said Good-bye, And Dill Went Inside The House. He Evidently Remembered He Was Engaged To Me, For He Ran Back Out And Kissed Me Swiftly In Front Of Jem. "yawl Write, Hear?" He Bawled After Us.

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Some Negroes Lie, Some Are Immoral, Some Negro Men Are Not Be Trusted Around Women - Black And White. But This Is A Truth That Applies To The Human Race And To No Particular Race Of Men.

Black And White

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I Try To Give'em A Reason, You See. It Helps Folks If They Can Latch Onto A Reason.

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When You're At The Top, There's Only One Way To Go.

I Remember When My Daddy Gave Me That Gun. He Told Me That I Should Never Point It At Anything In The House; And That He'd Rather I'd Shoot At Tin Cans In The Backyard. But He Said That Sooner Or Later He Supposed The Temptation To Go After Birds Would Be Too Much, And That I Could Shoot All The Blue Jays I Wanted - If I Could Hit 'em; But To Remember It Was A Sin To Kill A Mockingbird.

When A Man Spends His Relief Checks On Green Whiskey His Children Have A Way Of Crying From Hunger Pains.

You Can't Really Get To Know A Person Until You Get In Their Shoes And Walk Around In Them.

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I Was Not So Sure, But Jem Told Me I Was Being A Girl, That Girls Always Imagined Things, That’s Why Other People Hated Them So, And If I Started Behaving Like One I Could Just Go Off And Find Some To Play With.

We're Paying The Highest Tribute You Can Pay A Man. We Trust Him To Do Right. It's That Simple.

Things Are Never As Bad As They Seem.

Kill A Mockingbird

Dill Was Off Again. Beautiful Things Floated Around In His Dreamy Head. He Could Read Two Books To My One, But He Preferred The Magic Of His Own Inventions. He Could Add And Subtract Faster Than Lightning, But He Preferred His Own Twilight World, A World Where Babies Slept, Waiting To Be Gathered Like Morning Lilies.

I Say Guilt, Gentlemen, Because It Was Guilt That Motivated Her. She Has Committed No Crime, She Has Merely Broken A Rigid And Time-honored Code Of Our Society.

She Seemed Glad To See Me When I Appeared In The Kitchen, And By Watching Her I Began To Think There Was Some Skill Involved In Being A Girl.

Folks Don't Like To Have Somebody Around Knowing More Than They Do.

Ladies In Bunches Always Filled Me With Vague Apprehension And A Firm Desire To Be Elsewhere.

I'm Still Old-fashioned. I Love Dusty Old Books And Libraries.

But Sometimes We Have To Make The Best Of Things, And The Way We Conduct Ourselves When The Chips Are Down.

Jen And I Were Accustomed To Our Father's Last-will-and-testament Diction, And Were At Times Free To Interrupt Atticus For A Translation When It Was Beyond Our Understanding.

There's Just Some Kind Of Men You Have To Shoot Before You Can Say Hidy To 'em. Even Then, They Ain't Worth The Bullet It Takes To Shoot 'em.

Talking To Francis Gave Me The Sensation Of Settling Slowly To The Bottom Of The Ocean.

About Your Writing With You Left Hand, Are You Ambidextrous, Mr. Ewell?" "i Most Positively Am Not, I Can Use One Hand Good As The Other. One Hand Good As The Other.

There Was Nowhere To Go, But I Turned To Go And Met Atticus's Vest Front. I Buried My Head In It And Listened To The Small Internal Noises That Went On Behind The Light Blue Cloth: His Watch Ticking, The Faint Crackle Of His Starched Shirt, The Soft Sound Of His Breathing. 'your Stomach's Growling,' I Said. 'i Know It,' He Said.

The Book To Read Is Not The One Which Thinks For You, But The One Which Makes You Think. No Book In The World Equals The Bible For That.

Yeah, That's All," Said Dill. "he'll Probably Come Out After You When He Sees You In The Yard, Then Scout'n' Me'll Jump On Him And Hold Him Down Till We Can Tell Him We Ain't Gonna Hurt Him.

Writing Is Something You'll Never Learn In Any University Or At Any School. It's Something That Is Within You, And If It Isn't There, Nothing Can Put It There.

Way Back About Nineteen-twenty There Was A Klan... The Ku Klux's Gone... It'll Never Come Back.

She's An Old Lady And She's Ill. You Just Hold Your Head High And Be A Gentleman. Whatever She Says To You, It's Your Job Not To Let Her Make You Mad.

Mockingbirds Don’t Do One Thing But Make Music For Us To Enjoy. They Don’t Eat Up People’s Gardens, Don’t Nest In Corncribs, They Don’t Do One Thing But Sing Their Hearts Out For Us. That’s Why It’s A Sin To Kill A Mockingbird.

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When He Was Nearly Thirteen, My Brother Jem Got His Arm Badly Broken At The Elbow.

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Writing Is Simply Something You Must Do. It's Rather Like Virtue In That It Is Its Own Reward.

With Him, Life Was Routine; Without Him, Life Was Unbearable.

I Have Nothing But Gratitude For The People Who Made The Film. It Was A Most Unusual Experience. I'm No Judge, And The Only Film I've Ever Seen Made Was Mockingbird, But There Seemed To Be An Aura Of Good Feeling On The Set. I Went Out And Looked At Them Filming A Little Of It, And There Seemed To Be Such A General Kindness, Perhaps Even Respect, For The Material They Were Working With. I Was Delighted, Touched, Happy, And Exceedingly Grateful.

People Who Write For Reward By Way Of Recognition Or Monetary Gain Don't Know What They're Doing. They're In The Category Of Those Who Write; They Are Not Writers. Writing Is Simply Something You Must Do. It's Rather Like Virtue In That It Is Its Own Reward. Writing Is Selfish And Contradictory In Its Terms. First Of All, You're Writing For An Audience Of One, You Must Please The One Person You're Writing For. Yourself.

Audience Of One

Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To Please Himself.

I Wanted You To See What Real Courage Is, Instead Of Getting The Idea That Courage Is A Man With A Gun In His Hand.

Turtles Don't Feel, Stupid," Said Jem. "were You Ever A Turtle, Huh?

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 Wants To Stay Inside.

Dill If You Don't Hush I'll Knock You Bowlegged.

One Must Lie Under Certain Circumstances And At All Times When One Can't Do Anything About Them.

A Man Can Condemn His Enemies, But It's Wiser To Know Them.

Again, As I Had Often Met It In My Own Church, I Was Confronted With The Impurity Of Women Doctrine That Seemed To Preoccupy All Clergymen.

Miss Jean Louise, Stand Up. Your Father's Passin'.

Wordsworth Was Right When He Said That We Trail Clouds Of Glory As We Come Into The World, That We Are Born With A Divine Sense Of Perception. As We Grow Older, The World Closes In On Us, And We Gradually Lose The Freshness Of Viewpoint That We Had As Children. That Is Why I Think Children Should Get To Know This Country While They Are Young.

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.

Now...in An Abundant Society Where People Have Laptops, Cell Phones, Ipods And Minds Like Empty Rooms, I Still Plod Along With Books.

Folks Were Doin' A Lot Of Runnin' That Night

It's Better To Be Silent Than To Be A Fool.

There Is One Way In This Country In Which All Men Are Created Equal—there Is One Human Institution That Makes A Pauper The Equal Of A Rockefeller, The Stupid Man The Equal Of An Einstein, And The Ignorant Man The Equal Of Any College President. That Institution, Gentlemen, Is The Court.

Ladies Pick Funny Things To Be Proud Of.

She Was Born In The Objective Case.

Summer, And He Watches His Children's Heart Break. Autumn Again And Boo's Children Needed Him. Atticus Was Right. One Time He Said You Never Really Know A Man Until You Stand In His Shoes And Walk Around In Them. Just Standing On The Radley Porch Was Enough.

I Don't Want To Hear Any Words Like That While I'm Here. Scout, You'll Get In Trouble If You Go Around Saying Things Like That. You Want To Grow Up To Be A Lady, Don't You?' I Said Not Particularly.

I Never Expected Any Sort Of Success With 'mockingbird'... I Sort Of Hoped Someone Would Like It Enough To Give Me Encouragement.

There Are Some Men In This World Who Are Born To Do Our Unpleasant Jobs For Us. Your Father's One Of Them.

As A Reader I Loathe Introductions...introductions Inhibit Pleasure, They Kill The Joy Of Anticipation, They Frustrate Curiosity.

Being Southerners, It Was A Source Of Shame To Some Members Of The Family That We Had No Recorded Ancestors On Either Side Of The Battle Of Hastings.

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.

Now That I Was Compelled To Think About It, Reading Was Something That Just Came To Me, As Learning To Fasten The Seat Of My Union Suit Without Looking Around, Or Achieving Two Bows From A Snarl Of Shoelaces.

As You Grow Older, You'll See White Men Cheat Black Men Every Day Of Your Life, But Let Me Tell You Something And Don't You Forget It - Whenever A White Man Does That To A Black Man, No Matter Who He Is, How Rich He Is, Or How Fine A Family He Comes From, He Is Trash.

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Somewhere, I Had Received The Impression That Fine Folks Were People Who Did The Best They Could With The Sense They Had, But Aunt Alexandra Was Of The Opinion, Obliquely Expressed, That The Longer A Family Had Been Squatting On One Patch Of Land The Finer It Was.

I've Been Writing As Long As I've Been Able To Form Words. I Never Wrote With An Idea Of Publishing Anything Until I Began Working On '[to Kill A] Mockingbird'. I Think That What Went Before May Have Been A Rather Subconscious Form Of Learning How To Write, Of Training Myself.

That Proves Something- That A Gang Of Wild Animals Can Be Stopped, Simply Because They're Still Human.

It Was Times Like These When I Thought My Father, Who Hated Guns And Had Never Been To Any Wars, Was The Bravest Man Who Ever Lived.

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