Remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.

Way back about nineteen-twenty there was a Klan... The Ku Klux's gone... It'll never come back.

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

I'm still old-fashioned. I love dusty old books and libraries.

When I pointed to him his palms slipped slightly, leaving greasy sweat streaks on the wall, and he hooked his thumbs in his belt. A strange spasm shook him, as if he heard fingernails scrape slate, but as I gazed at him in wonder the tension slowly drained from his face. His lips parted into a timid smile, and our neighbor’s image blurred with my sudden tears. “Hey, Boo,” I said. “Mr. Arthur, honey,” said Atticus, gently correcting me. “Jean Louise, this is Mr. Arthur Radley. I believe he already knows you.

Characters make their own plot. The dimensions of the characters determine the action of the novel.

Things are never as bad as they seem.