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.

Now that I was compelled to think about it, reading was something that just came to me, as learning to fasten the seat of my union suit without looking around, or achieving two bows from a snarl of shoelaces.

For the life of me, I did not understand how he[Atticus] could sit there in cold blood and read a newspaper when his only son stood an excellent chance of being murdered with a Confederate Army relic.

Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

I just thought you'd like to know I can read. You got anything needs readin' I can do it.

Mutual defiance made them alike.

Nothin’s real scary except in books.