This time we aren't fighting the Yankees, we're fighting our friends. But remember this, no matter how bitter things get, they're still our friends and this is still our home.

Nothing is more deadly than a deserted, waiting street.

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?

Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.

She's an old lady and she's ill. You just hold your head high and be a gentleman. Whatever she says to you, it's your job not to let her make you mad.

Let the dead bury the dead.

Rest assured, as long as I am alive any book purporting to be with my cooperation is a falsehood.