Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's your entailment gettin' along?

Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There's no hurry, for there's nowhere to go and nothing to buy... and no money to buy it with.

But sometimes we have to make the best of things, and the way we conduct ourselves when the chips are down.

Let the dead bury the dead.

The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.

So it took an eight-year-old child to bring 'em to their senses.... That proves something - that a gang of wild animals can be stopped, simply because they're still human. Hmp, maybe we need a police force of children.

Before Jem looks at anyone else he looks at me, and I’ve tried to live so I can look squarely back at him.