Folks were doin' a lot of runnin' that night

Folks don't like to have somebody around knowing more than they do.

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.

There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible.

I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin' after you.

When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.

That boy is your company. And if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him, you hear?