Ladies pick funny things to be proud of.

Before Jem looks at anyone else he looks at me, and I’ve tried to live so I can look squarely back at him.

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

As I made my way home, I thought Jem and I would get grown but there wasn't much else for us to learn, except possibly algebra.

Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.

When you're at the top, there's only one way to go.

That boy is your company. And if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him, you hear?