Quotes from Harper Lee

So it took an eight-year-old child to bring 'em to their senses, didn't it?" said Atticus. "That proves something —that a gang of wild animals can be stopped, simply because they're still human. Hmp, maybe we need a police force of children . . . you children last night made Walter Cunningham stand in my shoes for a minute. That was enough.

The world's endin', Atticus! Please do something –!' I dragged him to the window and pointed. 'No it's not,' he said. 'It's snowing.

Genius overcomes all obstacles.

Y Atticus le dijo un día a Jem: - Preferiría que disparaseis contra botes vacíos en el patio trasero, pero sé que perseguiréis a los pájaros. Matad todos los arrendajos azules que queráis, si podéis darles, pero recordad que matar a un ruiseñor es pecado (p.136)

pero se que perseguiréis a los pájaros. Mata a todos los arrendajos azules que queréis, si podéis darles, pero recordad que matar a un ruiseñor es pecado.

There you go, wading in your clodhoppers through our private territory.

If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other?

Dr. Buford's profession was medicine and his obsession was anything that grew in the ground, so he stayed poor.

Miss Caroline was no more than twenty-one. She had bright auburn hair, pink cheeks, and wore crimson fingernail polish. She also wore high-heeled pumps and a red-and-white-striped dress. She looked and smelled like a peppermint drop. She boarded across the street one door down from us in Miss Maudie Atkinson's upstairs front room, and when Miss Maudie introduced us to her, Jem was in a haze for days.

Hypocrites have just as much right to live in this world as anybody." She

These top-water nigger preachers . . . like apes . . . mouths like Number 2 cans . . . twist the Gospel . . . the court prefers to listen to Communists . . . take 'em all out and shoot 'em for treason . . . Against

Savjest je jedna od stvari o kojoj se ne odlu?uje glasovima ve?ine.

You are too young to understand it.-she said, -but sometimes the bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of--oh,of your faher.

the time your friends need you is when they're wrong, Jean Louise. They don't need you when they're right—

Kendim küçüÄŸüm ama ya??m büyük.

That's what I thought, too, he said at last, when I was your age. 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 want's to stay inside.

She is the last of her kind, she thought. No wars had ever touched her, and she had lived through three; nothing had disturbed that world of hers, where gentlemen smoked on the porch or in hammocks, where ladies fanned themselves gently and drank cool water.

Atticus took his career in his hands, made good use of a careless indictment, took his stand before a jury, and accomplished what was never before or afterwards done in Maycomb County: he won an acquittal for a colored boy on a rape charge. The chief witness for the prosecution was a white girl.

You are fascinated with yourself. You will say anything that occurs to you, but what I can't understand are the things that do occur to you. I should like to take your head apart, put a fact in it, and watch it go its way through the runnels of your brain until it comes out of your mouth. We were both born here, we went to the same schools, we were taught the same things. I wonder what you saw and heard.

her—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. 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.

No ma'am, I want you to say something that did happen.

while" in Maycomb meant anything from three days to thirty years. Jem and I exchanged glances. "Jem's growing

Le préjugé - un terme péjoratif - et la foi - un terme noble - ont quelque chose en commun : ils commencent tous les deux où la raison s'arrête.

What on earth could Ewell do to me, sister?" "Something furtive," Aunt Alexandra said. "You may count on that." "Nobody has much chance to be furtive in Maycomb," Atticus answered.