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

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

You just hold your head high and keep those fists down. No matter what anybody says to you, don't you let 'em get your goat. Try fighting with your head for a change...

I'm Charles Baker Harris...I can read

Dill?" Mm?" Why do you reckon Boo Radleys never run off?" Dill sighed a long sigh and turned away from me. Maybe he doesn't have anywhere to run off to

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

They've done it before and they'll do it again and when they do it -- seems that only the children weep. Good night.