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

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

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.

Things are always better in the morning.

As I made my way home, I thought Jem and I would get grown but there wasn't much else for us to learn, except possibly algebra.

There are some men in this world who are born to do our unpleasant jobs for us. Your father's one of them.

Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.