We’re so rarely called on to be Christians, but when we are, we’ve got men like Atticus to go for us.
Nothin’s real scary except in books.
Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself.
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.
In Maycomb, if one went for a walk with no definite purpose in mind, it was correct to believe one's mind incapable of definite purpose.
I came to the conclusion that people were just peculiar, I withdrew from them, and never thought about them until I was forced to.