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

I didn't know how you were going to do it, but from now on I'll never worry about what'll become of you, son, you'll always have an idea.

They're ugly, but those are the facts of life.

I could think of nothing else to say to her. In fact I could never think of anything to say to her, and I sat thinking of past painful conversations between us: How are you, Jean Louise? Fine, thank you ma'am, how are you? Very well, thank you; what have you been doing with yourself? Nothin'. Don't you do anything? Nome. Certainly you have friends? Yessum. Well what do you all do? Nothin'.

Ladies in bunches always filled me with vague apprehension and a firm desire to be elsewhere.

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

Are you proud of yourself tonight that you have insulted a total stranger whose circumstances you know nothing about?