hold your head high and keep those fists down - Atticus Finch
Harper LeeDill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies.
Harper LeeMots clés to-kill-a-mockingbird harper-lee
There are just some kind of men who-who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.
Harper LeeMots clés to-kill-a-mockingbird harper-lee
Angel-bright, life-in-death; get off the road, don't suck my breath.
Harper LeeThe remainder of the afternoon went by in the gentle gloom that descends when relatives appear . . .
Harper LeeMy Lord, Aunt Stephanie, you almost gave me a heart attack!
Harper LeeMots clés dill-harris
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.
Harper LeeI'm little but I'm old.
Harper LeeMots clés dill-harris
summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.
Harper LeeHe rarely gathered news; people brought it to him. It was said he made up every edition of The Maycombe Tribune out of his own head and wrote it down on the linotype.
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