Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself.

There are some men in this world who are born to do our unpleasant jobs for us. Your father's one of them.

Try fighting with your head for a change... it's a good one, even if it does resist learning.

Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passin'.

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

There's just some kind of men you have to shoot before you can say hidy to 'em. Even then, they ain't worth the bullet it takes to shoot 'em.

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