Quotes from Harper Lee

The son—deceased's under that tree, doctor, just inside the schoolyard.

To što smo poraženi stotinu godina prije nego što smo po?eli nije razlog da ne pokušamo pobijediti.

As he turned to go, Jean Louise called to him. "Uncle Jack," she said. "What does D.V. mean?" Dr. Finch sighed his you-have-no-education-young-woman sigh, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Deo volente. 'God willin',' child. 'God willin'.' A reliable Catholic utterance.

She was almost in love with him. No, that's impossible, she thought: either you are or you aren't. Love's the only thing in this world that is unequivocal. There are different kinds of love, certainly, but it's a you-do or you-don't proposition with them all.

She loved everything that grew in God's earth, even the weeds. With one exception. If she found a blade of nut-grass in her yard it was like the Second Battle of the Marne: she swooped down upon it with a tin tub and subjected it to blasts from beneath with a poisonous substance she said was so powerful it'd kill us all if we didn't stand out of the way.

I was furious," she said. She was. She had known it was coming, knew what it would be, had thought she was prepared for it, but when she bought a newspaper on the street corner and read it, she stopped at the first bar she came to and drank down a straight bourbon. "Why?

Since there was no evidence of criminal intent, he wouldn't be above throwin' a little dust in a juryman's eyes.

The class murmured apprehensively, should she prove to harbor her share of the peculiarities indigenous to that region.

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing

The music instructor. He taught a course in what was wrong with Southern church music. He was from New Jersey," said Herbert.

There's a black boy dead for no reason, and the man responsible for it's dead. Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr. Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.

Jean Louise had a sinking feeling. The Hundred Years' War had progressed to approximately its twenty-sixth year with no indications of anything more than periods of uneasy truce.

Trains changed - conductors never did.

I never loved reading. One does not love breathing. - Scout

everybody's gotta learn, nobody's born knowin'. That Walter's as smart as he can be, he just gets held back sometimes because he has to stay out and help his daddy. Nothin's wrong with him. Naw, Jem, I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.

In New York you are your own person. You may reach out and embrace all of Manhattan in sweet aloneness, or you can go to hell if you want to.

There was no mistaking it, Albert had stuck out his tongue at her. She was pregnant.

I just don't like my world disturbed without warning.

When Jean Louise and her brother were children, Atticus had occasional drawn them a sharp distinction between mere scatology and blasphemy. The one he could abide. He hated dragging God into it.

Wouldn't you stay in the house if you didn't want to come out?

Kažkas yra m?s? gyvenime, kas ver?ia žmones pamesti galvas - jie nori b?ti teisingi, o negali.

Love's the only thing in this world that is unequivocal. There are different kinds of love certainly, but it's a you do or you don't proposition with them all.

I don't call fifty very old," said Miss Maudie tartly.

That Calpurnia led a modest double life never dawned on me. The idea that she had a separate existence outside our household was a novel one, to say nothing of her having command of two languages.