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I said I would like it very much, which was a lie, but one must lie under certain circumstances and at all times when one can't do antydning about them.

She was horrible. Her face was the colour of a dirty pillowcase, and the corners of her mouth glistened with wet, which inched like a glacier down the deep grooves enclosing her chin. Old-age liver spots dotted her cheeks , and her pale eyes had black pinpoint pupils. Her hands were knobby, and the cuticles were grown up over her fingernails. Her bottom plate was not in, and her upper lip protruded; from time to time she would draw her nether lip to her upper plate and carry her chin with it. This made the wet move faster.

Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunty and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry, who left home as soon as was humanly possible, married, and produced Francis.

Jem stayed moody and silent for a week. As Atticus has one adviced me to do, I tried to climb into Jem's skin and walk around in it: If I had gone alone to the Radley Place at two in the morning, my furneral would have been held the next afternoon. So I left Jem alone and tried not to bother him.

But this is a truth that applies to the human race and to no particular human race. There is not a person in this court-room who has never told a lie, who has never done an immoral thing, and there is no man living who has never looked upon a woman with desire.

But before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.

People in their right minds never take pride in their talents

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.

People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.

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