I try to give'em a reason, you see. It helps folks if they can latch onto a reason.

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.

Remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.

When stalking one’s prey, it is best to take one’s time. Say nothing, and as sure as eggs he will become curious and emerge.

I do my best to love everybody

The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets -

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