They're ugly, but those are the facts of life.
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As a reader I loathe introductions...Introductions inhibit pleasure, they kill the joy of anticipation, they frustrate curiosity.
Interpretation
Introductions can spoil the excitement of discovering a story.
Harper Lee expresses her disdain for introductions in literature, suggesting that they can dampen the reader's enjoyment and curiosity. She believes that a well-crafted story should allow readers to enter without the predetermined notions or spoilers that introductions often provide, thereby enhancing the joy of discovering the narrative on their own terms.
In practice
Discussing the role of introductions in a book club meeting.
They're ugly, but those are the facts of life.
It's better to be silent than to be a fool.
Don’t talk like that, Dill,” said Aunt Alexandra. “It’s not becoming to a child. It’s – cynical.” “I ain’t cynical, Miss Alexandra. Tellin’ the truth’s not cynical, is it?” “The way you tell it, it is.
With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.
He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.
You can choose your friends but you sho' can't choose your family, an' they're still kin to you no matter whether you acknowledge 'em or not, and it makes you look right silly when you don't.
For one who reads, there is no limit to the number of lives that may be lived, for fiction, biography, and history offer an inexhaustible number of lives in many parts of the world, in all periods of time.
The poet can only write the poems; it takes the reader to complete the meaning.
As Faulkner says, all of us have the capacity in us for great good and for great evil, for love but also for hate. I wanted to write those kinds of complex character in a fantasy, and not just have all the good people get together to fight the bad guy.
All the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.
Reading a good long novel is in many ways like having a long and satisfying affair
Sometimes I sensed that the books I read in rapid succession had set up some sort of murmur among themselves, transforming my head into an orchestra pit where different musical instruments sounded out, and I would realize that I could endure this life because of these musicales going on in my head.
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