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.

As a reader I loathe introductions...Introductions inhibit pleasure, they kill the joy of anticipation, they frustrate curiosity.

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

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

I'm no idealist to believe firmly in the integrity of our courts and in the jury system - that is no ideal to me, it is a living, working reality.

There are just some kind of men…who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one.

Mutual defiance made them alike.