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.

You can pet him, Mr. Arthur. He's asleep.

It’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you.

There are just some kind of men…who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one.

Folks were doin' a lot of runnin' that night

Havin' a gun around's an invitation to somebody to shoot you.

Nothin’s real scary except in books.