You can pet him, Mr. Arthur. He's asleep.

Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts.

It’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you.

We said good-bye, and Dill went inside the house. He evidently remembered he was engaged to me, for he ran back out and kissed me swiftly in front of Jem. "Yawl write, hear?" he bawled after us.

Prejudice, a dirty word, and faith, a clean one, have something in common: they both begin where reason ends.

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.

Remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.