To Kill A Mockingbird,Harper Lee(chapter 10,page 99-100)

To Kill a Mockingbird,Harper Lee(chapter 10,page 99-100)

"Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird." That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. "Your father's right," she said. "Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's gardens, they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."

"I'm just like him" and the him in question is a dead alcoholic.

“The Doors achieved something more than just music. Morrison’s furious. The song “Break on Through (To the Other Side)” blew my mind. It was fast, and the singer yelled. There was a lyric that grabbed me: “I found an island in your arms/Country in your eyes/Arms that chain/Eyes that lie/Break on through to the other side.” That’s heavy, and the way he’s screaming, for a little kid it’s kind of terrifying. Then when I got older, as a young late teenager, early 20-something guy, you hear The Doors in a totally different way. You hear the poetry, you hear the power of the lyric and then you find out he read Arthur Rimbaud, so you got to go get Arthur Rimbaud’s writing, and that’s monumental. That he was into Antonin Artaud, you read that stuff which is really far out and you become even more inspired. The story of the band is steeped in myth-tinged legend, but the facts of their brief history are as compelling as they are at times tragic. Jim Morrison was a true wild man of rock & roll.” — Henry Rollins

Red,White & Royal Blue,Casey Mcquinston (chapter 11,page 300)

I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire.

And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted hotel bars and made me happy, I loved you.

And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?

Sometimes, even now, I still can't.

The Song of Achilles (chapter 9,page 78-79)

At night we lay on soft grass in front of the cave, and Chiron showed us constellations, telling their stories-Andromeda, cowering before the sea monster's jaws, and Perseus poised to rescue her; the immortal horse Pegasus, aloft on his wings, born from the severed neck of Medusa. He told us too Heracles, his labours, and the madness that took him. In its grip he had not recognized his wife and children, and had killed them for enemies.

Achilles asked, "How could he not recognize his wife?"

"That is the nature of madness," Chiron said. His voice sounded deeper than usual. He had known this man, I remembered. Had known the wife.

"But why did the madness come?"

"The gods wished to punish him," Chiron answered.

Achilles shook his head, impatiently. "But this was a greater punishment for her. It was not fair of them."

"There is no law that gods must be fair,Achilles," Chiron said.

"And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth, when another is gone. Do you think?"

"Perhaps," Achilles admitted.