Where are your pants, son?

That proves something- that a gang of wild animals can be stopped, simply because they're still human.

People who write for reward by way of recognition or monetary gain don't know what they're doing. They're in the category of those who write; they are not writers. Writing is simply something you must do. It's rather like virtue in that it is its own reward. Writing is selfish and contradictory in its terms. First of all, you're writing for an audience of one, you must please the one person you're writing for. Yourself.

If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other? If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other? Scout, I think I'm beginning to understand something. I think I'm beginning to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all this time. It's because he wants to stay inside.

You see they could never, never understand that I live like I do because that's the way I want to live.

We’re so rarely called on to be Christians, but when we are, we’ve got men like Atticus to go for us.

Before Jem looks at anyone else he looks at me, and I’ve tried to live so I can look squarely back at him.