Don’t talk like that, Dill,” said Aunt Alexandra. “It’s not becoming to a child. It’s – cynical.” “I ain’t cynical, Miss Alexandra. Tellin’ the truth’s not cynical, is it?” “The way you tell it, it is.

You can't really get to know a person until you get in their shoes and walk around in them.

When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness' sake.

We're paying the highest tribute you can pay a man. We trust him to do right. It's that simple.

Things are always better in the morning.

People in their right minds never take pride in their talents.

We said good-bye, and Dill went inside the house. He evidently remembered he was engaged to me, for he ran back out and kissed me swiftly in front of Jem. "Yawl write, hear?" he bawled after us.