I didn't expect the book to sell in the first place. I was hoping for a quick and merciful death at the hands of reviewers but at the same time I sort of hoped that maybe someone would like it enough to give me encouragement. Public encouragement. I hoped for a little, as I said, but I got rather a whole lot, and in some ways this was just about as frightening as the quick, merciful death I'd expected.

I'm Charles Baker Harris...I can read

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

When you're at the top, there's only one way to go.

Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win.

Jen and I were accustomed to our father's last-will-and-testament diction, and were at times free to interrupt Atticus for a translation when it was beyond our understanding.

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.