Southern lawyers don't read novels much.

Dill said striking a match under a turtle was hateful. “How do you know a match don't hurt him?” “Turtles can't feel, stupid,” said Jem. “Where you ever a turtle, huh?

I just thought you'd like to know I can read. You got anything needs readin' I can do it.

Sometimes the Bible in the hands of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hands of another.

You see they could never, never understand that I live like I do because that's the way I want to live.

Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of another... There are just some kind of men who - who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.

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.