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

He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.

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

I came to the conclusion that people were just peculiar, I withdrew from them, and never thought about them until I was forced to.

I didn't know how you were going to do it, but from now on I'll never worry about what'll become of you, son, you'll always have an idea.

Don’t talk like that, Dill,” said Aunt Alexandra. “It’s not becoming to a child. It’s – cynical.” “I ain’t cynical, Miss Alexandra. Tellin’ the truth’s not cynical, is it?” “The way you tell it, it is.

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.