Atticus had said it was the polite thing to talk to people about what they were interested in, not about what you were interested in.
Too many conflicting emotional interests are involved for life ever to be wholly acceptable, and possibly it is the work of the storyteller to rearrange things so that they conform to this end.
I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn’t.
We take a natural interest in novelties, but it is against nature to take an interest in familiar things.
One thing life has taught me: if you are interested, you never have to look for new interests. They come to you.
Lots of time you don’t know what interests you most till you start talking about something that doesn’t interest you most.
If we were not all of us exaggeratedly interested in ourselves, life would be so uninteresting that no one could endure it.