When stalking one’s prey, it is best to take one’s time. Say nothing, and as sure as eggs he will become curious and emerge.

Writing is simply something you must do. It's rather like virtue in that it is its own reward.

He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.

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

Folks were doin' a lot of runnin' that night

I had never thought about it, but summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string, Dill's eyes alive with complicated plans to make Boo Radley emerge; summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longings we sometimes felt each other feel. With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable..." - Scout Finch

Dill said striking a match under a turtle was hateful. “How do you know a match don't hurt him?” “Turtles can't feel, stupid,” said Jem. “Where you ever a turtle, huh?