I came to the conclusion that people were just peculiar, I withdrew from them, and never thought about them until I was forced to.

For the life of me, I did not understand how he[Atticus] could sit there in cold blood and read a newspaper when his only son stood an excellent chance of being murdered with a Confederate Army relic.

Everybody’s gotta learn, nobody’s born knowing.

Bad language is a stage all children go through, and it dies with time when they learn they're not attracting attention with it.

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.

I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin' after you.

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.