They're ugly, but those are the facts of life.

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

I was not so sure, but Jem told me I was being a girl, that girls always imagined things, that’s why other people hated them so, and if I started behaving like one I could just go off and find some to play with.

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

They've done it before and they'll do it again and when they do it -- seems that only the children weep. Good night.

Scout, I´m telling you for the last time, shut your trap or go home - I declare to the Lord you´re gettin´ more like a girl every day!” With that, I had no option but to join them.

Sometimes the Bible in the hands of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hands of another.