Next morning I awoke, looked out the window and nearly died of fright. My screams brought Atticus from his bathroom half-shaven. "The world's endin', Atticus! Please do something -!" I dragged him to the window and pointed. "No it's not," he said. "It's snowing.

Rest assured, as long as I am alive any book purporting to be with my cooperation is a falsehood.

Why reasonable people go stark raving mad when anything involving a Negro comes up, is something I don't pretend to understand.

I do my best to love everybody

I would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career that before developing his talent he would be wise to develop a thick hide.

The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets -

Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.