Quotes from book

To Kill a Mockingbird

“I shall never marry, Atticus."
"Why?"
"I might have children.”

“When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.”

“You damn morphodite, I'll kill you!”

“Some negroes lie, some are immoral, some negro men are not be trusted around women - black and white. But this is a truth that applies to the human race and to no particular race of men.”

“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.”

“As a reader I loathe introductions… Introductions inhibit pleasure, they kill the joy of anticipation, they frustrate curiosity.”

“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.”

“They've done it before and they'll do it again and when they do it -- seems that only the children weep. Good night.”

“With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.”

“Atticus---"… said Jem bleakly. "How could they do it, how could they?"
"I don't know, but they did it. They've done it before & they did it tonight & they'll do it again & when they do it--- seems that only children weep.”

“We're paying the highest tribute you can pay a man. We trust him to do right. It's that simple.”

“I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin' after you.”

“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?”

“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.”

“I'm little but I'm old.”

“There are just some kind of men who-who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.”

“Equal rights for all, special privileges for none.”

“Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.”

“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.”