Quotes About Curiosity

I lay on my stomach, reached down and poked him. He rolled up. Then, feeling safe, I suppose, he slowly unrolled. He travelled a few inches in his hundred legs and I touched him again. He rolled up. Feeling sleepy, I decided to end things. My hand was going down on him when Jem spoke.

Stephanie Crawford even told me once she woke up in the middle of the night and found him looking in the window at her. I said what did you do, Stephanie, move over in the bed and make room for him? That shut her up for a while.

Maycomb drew us frequently up the street past the real property of Mrs. Henry Lafayette Dubose. It was impossible to

The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets-

If he's not he should be by now. The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets—

Miško paukštis ? mišk? ir ži?ri

We were both born here, we went to the same schools, we were taught the same things. I wonder what you saw and heard.

Since Atlanta, she had looked out the dining-car window with a delight almost physical.

Do you itch, Jem?" I asked as politely as I could. He did not answer. "Come on in, Jem," I said. "After while.

nenhum sistema educacional criado pelo homem o impediria de chegar aos livros.

Whatcha readin'?" I asked. Atticus turned the book over. "Something of Jem's. Called The Gray Ghost." I was suddenly awake. "Why'd you get that one?" "Honey, I don't know. Just picked it up. One of the few things I haven't read," he said pointedly. "Read

went to the back yard and found Jem plugging away at a tin can, which seemed stupid with all the bluejays around.

Nobody knew what form of intimidation Mr Radley employed to keep Boo out of sight, but Jem figured that Mr Radley kept him chained to the bed most of the time. Atticus said no, it wasn't that sort of thing, that there were other ways of making people into ghosts.

I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

Jem, I ain't ever heard of a nigger snowman,' I said.

As for me, I knew nothing except what I gathered from Time magazine and reading everything I could lay hands on at home

My scalp jumped. I stuck my head around the corner. "Sir?" "Go to bed.

The Radley Place was inhabited by an unknown entity the mere description of whom was enough to make us behave for days on end; Mrs. Dubose was plain hell.

A baseball hit into the Radley yard was a lost ball and no questions asked.

Nobody knew what form of intimidation Mr. Radley employed to keep Boo out of sight...

somehow I had been wallowing illicitly in the daily papers.

Jem restrained me from further questions. He said Atticus was still touchous about us and the Radleys and it wouldn't do to push him any. Jem

Thus we came to know Dill as a pocket Merlin, whose head teemed with eccentric plans, strange longings, and quaint fancies.

Let's try to make him come out," said Dill. "I'd like to see what he looks like." Jem said if Dill wanted to get himself killed, all he had to do was go up and knock on the front door.