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.

Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself...It's a self-exploratory operation that is endless. An exorcism of not necessarily his demon, but of his divine discontent.

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

Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.

Whatever she says to you, it’s your job not to let her make you mad.

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

Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's your entailment gettin' along?