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

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?

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

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

A mob's always made up of people, no matter what. Mr. Cunningham was part of a mob last night, but he was still a man. Every mob in every little Southern town is always made up of people you know--doesn't say much for them, does it?

Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad.

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