Way back about nineteen-twenty there was a Klan... The Ku Klux's gone... It'll never come back.

...in other words, all I want to be is the Jane Austen of south Alabama Interview - March 1964

I'm little but I'm old.

When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness sake. But don't make a production of it. Children are children, but they can spot an evasion faster than adults, and evasion simply muddles 'em.

Sometimes the Bible in the hands of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hands of another.

Mutual defiance made them alike.

When I pointed to him his palms slipped slightly, leaving greasy sweat streaks on the wall, and he hooked his thumbs in his belt. A strange spasm shook him, as if he heard fingernails scrape slate, but as I gazed at him in wonder the tension slowly drained from his face. His lips parted into a timid smile, and our neighbor’s image blurred with my sudden tears. “Hey, Boo,” I said. “Mr. Arthur, honey,” said Atticus, gently correcting me. “Jean Louise, this is Mr. Arthur Radley. I believe he already knows you.