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 know now what he was trying to do, but Atticus was only a man. It takes a woman to do that kind of work.

There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible.

Mutual defiance made them alike.

With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.

Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passin'.

In Maycomb, if one went for a walk with no definite purpose in mind, it was correct to believe one's mind incapable of definite purpose.