They've done it before and they'll do it again and when they do it -- seems that only the children weep. Good night.

Harper Lee

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Mr. Avery said it was written on the Rosetta Stone that when children disobeyed their parents, smoked cigarettes and made war on each other, the seasons would change: Jem and I were burdened with the guilt of contributing to the aberrations of nature, thereby causing unhappiness to our neighbors and discomfort to ourselves.

parent war children

When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness’ sake. But don’t make a production of it. Children are children, but they can spot an evasion quicker than adults, and evasion simply muddles ‘em. No... you had the right answer this afternoon, but the wrong reasons. Bad language is a stage all children go through, and it dies with time when they learn they’re not attracting attention with it. Hotheadedness isn’t.

tkam sake children

When stalking one’s prey, it is best to take one’s time. Say nothing, and as sure as eggs he will become curious and emerge.

stalking curious eggs

When you're at the top, there's only one way to go. by Harper Lee

When you're at the top, there's only one way to go.

one-way way

Ladies pick funny things to be proud of. by Harper Lee

Ladies pick funny things to be proud of.

funny-things be-proud proud

When I pointed to him his palms slipped slightly, leaving greasy sweat streaks on the wall, and he hooked his thumbs in his belt. A strange spasm shook him, as if he heard fingernails scrape slate, but as I gazed at him in wonder the tension slowly drained from his face. His lips parted into a timid smile, and our neighbor’s image blurred with my sudden tears. “Hey, Boo,” I said. “Mr. Arthur, honey,” said Atticus, gently correcting me. “Jean Louise, this is Mr. Arthur Radley. I believe he already knows you.

sweat wall believe

I'm still old-fashioned. I love dusty old books and libraries. by Harper Lee

I'm still old-fashioned. I love dusty old books and libraries.

library old-fashioned book

When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness' sake. by Harper Lee

When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness' sake.

tkam sake children

Scout, I´m telling you for the last time, shut your trap or go home - I declare to the Lord you´re gettin´ more like a girl every day!” With that, I had no option but to join them.

lasts girl home

When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly bro... by Harper Lee

When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.

elbows broken brother

So it took an eight-year-old child to bring 'em to their senses.... 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.

animal character children

You can pet him, Mr. Arthur. He's asleep. by Harper Lee

You can pet him, Mr. Arthur. He's asleep.

arthur pet

Atticus, he was real nice." "Most people are, Scout, when you fin... by Harper Lee

Atticus, he was real nice." "Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.

nice real people

It's not necessary to tell all you know. It's not ladylike--in the second place, folks don't like to have somebody around knowin' more than they do.

mockingbird folks knows

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.

clergymen doctrine church

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.

diction understanding father

It's not necessary to tell all you know. It's not ladylike -- in the second place, folks don't like to have someone around knowin' more than they do. It aggravates them. Your not gonna change any of them by talkin' right, they've got to want to learn themselves, and when they don't want to learn there's nothing you can do but keep your mouth shut or talk their language.

change mouths want

I'm Charles Baker Harris...I can read by Harper Lee

I'm Charles Baker Harris...I can read

bakers i-can-read i-can

I didn't know how you were going to do it, but from now on I'll never worry about what'll become of you, son, you'll always have an idea.

worry ideas son

Miss Caroline seemed unaware that the ragged, denim-shirted and floursack-skirted first grade, most of whom had chopped cotton and fed hogs from the time they were able to walk, were immune to imaginative literature.

denim literature missing