A mob’s always made up of people, no matter what. Mr. Cunningham was part of a mob last night, but he was still a man. Every mob in every little Southern town is always made up of people you know – doesn’t say much for them, does it?
I know now what he was trying to do, but Atticus was only a man. It takes a woman to do that kind of work.
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.
Now that I was compelled to think about it, reading was something that just came to me, as learning to fasten the seat of my union suit without looking around, or achieving two bows from a snarl of shoelaces.
One must lie under certain circumstances and at all times when one can’t do anything about them.
Being Southerners, it was a source of shame to some members of the family that we had no recorded ancestors on either side of the Battle of Hastings.
Atticus said naming people after Confederate generals made slow steady drinkers.
She was born in the Objective case.
Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.
No, everybody’s gotta learn, nobody’s born knowin’. That Walter’s as smart as he can be, he just gets held back sometimes because he has to stay out and help his daddy. Nothin’s wrong with him. Naw, Jem, I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.
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.
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.
You can pet him, Mr. Arthur. He’s asleep...
They’ve done it before and they’ll do it again and when they do it – seems that only the children weep. Good night.
Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win.
You’ve really got to start hitting the books because it’s no joke out here.
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.
I say guilt, gentlemen, because it was guilt that motivated her. She has committed no crime, she has merely broken a rigid and time-honored code of our society.
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.
She knew full well the enormity of her offense, but because her desires were stronger than the code she was breaking, she persisted in breaking it.