Summer was our best season – everything good to eat, a thousand colors in a parched landscape.
Time spent indoors was time wasted.
A mob’s always made up of people, no matter what.
She was one of the rare ones, so effortlessly herself, and the world loved her for it.
Uncle Jack, I can’t live in a place that I don’t agree with and that doesn’t agree with me.
They say when you can’t stand it your body is its own defense, you black out and you don’t feel anymore.
Women like for their men to be masterful and at the same time remote, if you can pull that trick. Make them feel helpless, especially when you know they can pick up a load of light’ud knots with no trouble. Never doubt yourself in front of them, and by no means tell them you don’t understand them.
I waited, on tenterhooks, for Uncle Jack to tell Atticus my side of it.
It’s not becoming to a child. It’s – cynical.
We were both born here, we went to the same schools, we were taught the same things. I wonder what you saw and heard.
She was always ordering me out of the kitchen, asking me why I couldn’t behave as well as Jem when she knew he was older, and calling me home when I wasn’t ready to come. Our battles were epic and one-sided. Calpurnia always won, mainly because Atticus always took her side. She had been with us ever since Jem was born, and I had felt her tyrannical presence as long as I could remember.
Well, he can make somebody’s will so airtight can’t anybody meddle with it.
I think I’m beginning to understand why Boo Radley’s stayed shut up in the house all this time... it’s because he wants to stay inside.
I don’t know why you can’t. Hypocrites have just as much right to live in this world as anybody.
Out of what I knew not, yet I did not believe that twelve years of unrelieved boredom was exactly what the state had in mind for me.
Every lawyer gets at least one case in his lifetime that affects him personally.
When uncle Jack caught me, he kept me laughing about a preacher who hated going to church so much that every day he stood at his gate in his dressing-gown, smoking a hookah and delivering fice-minutes sermons to any passers-by who desired spiritual comfort.
This practice allegedly overcame a variety of evils: standing in front of his fellows encouraged good posture and gave a child poise; delivering a short talk made him word-conscious; learning his current event strengthened his memory; being singled out made him more than ever anxious to return to the Group.
There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.
After much passing around of money Cousin Joshua was moved across the tracks and placed in state accommodations for the irresponsible.