I was born good but had grown progressively worse every year. Scout

Turtles don't feel, stupid," said Jem. "Were you ever a turtle, huh?

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

When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.

Ladies in bunches always filled me with vague apprehension and a firm desire to be elsewhere.

Why reasonable people go stark raving mad when anything involving a Negro comes up, is something I don't pretend to understand.

Jem gave a reasonable description of Boo: Boo was about six-and-a-half feet tall, judging from his tracks; he dined on raw squirrels and any cats he could catch, that's why his hands were bloodstained - if you ate animal raw, you could never wash the blood off. There was a long jagged scar that ran across his face; what teeth he had were yellow and rotten; his eyes popped, and he drooled most of the time.