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.

You can choose your friends, but you sho' can't choose your family.

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

You've really got to start hitting the books because it's no joke out here.

It's not necessary to tell all you know. It's not ladylike--in the second place, folks don't like to have somebody around knowin' more than they do.

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

Things are never as bad as they seem.