Chapter 1

"Your father does not know how to teach. You can have a seat now."

“Let’s not let our imaginations run away with us, dear,”

“I’m just trying to tell you the new way they’re teachin’ the first grade, stubborn. It’s the Dewey Decimal System.”

“Are we poor, Atticus?”

“Go and eat downtown today. You can pay me back tomorrow.”

Chapter 2

“We'll do like we always do at home but you'll see school's different”

“You weren't born reading The Mobile Register”

“Now you tell your father not to teach you anymore its best to begin reading with a fresh mind. You tell him I’ll take over from here and try to undo the damage”

“Your father does not know how to teach. You can have a seat now. ‘I mumbled that I was sorry and retired meditating upon my crime.”

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view – until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”

Chapter 3

“Come home to dinner with us. Wed be glad to have you”

“Yeah, I won’t jump on you again. Don’t you like butterbeans?”

“Almost died first year I come to school and et them pecans, folks say he pizened em and put em over on the school side of the fence”

“Anybody who went up to the house once oughta not to still run every time he passes it”

“Reason I can’t pass the first grade is ive had to stay out ever spring an help Papa with the choppin but theres anothern at the house now thats field size”

Chapter 4

“It was sticking in that tree yonder, the one comin’ from school.”

“Don’t you know you’re not supposed to even touch the trees over there? You’ll get killed if you do!”

“Nineteen-six and Scout, one of em’s nineteen-hundred. These are real old.”

“I don’t know what we could do, Scout. Who’d we give ‘em back to? I know for a fact don’t anybody go by there—Cecil goes by the back street an’ all the way around by town to get home.”

“Scout, how’s he gonna know what we’re doin’? Besides, I don’t think he’s still there. He died years ago and they stuffed him up the chimney.”

Chapter 5

“Why, one sprig of nut grass can ruin a whole yard. Look here. When it comes fall this dries up and the wind blows it all over Maycomb County!”

“Do you smell my mimosa? It’s like angels’ breath this evening.”

“Yes ma’am. They’d burn right with me. They thought I spent too much time in God’s outdoors and not enough time inside the house reading the Bible.”

“It doesn’t make sense to me. Looks like if Mr. Arthur was hankerin’ after heaven, he’d come out on the porch at least. Atticus says God’s loving folks like you love yourself—”

“putting his life’s history on display for the edification of the neighborhood.”

Chapter 6

“Tell him so long for me, and we’ll see him next summer.”

“Scout, we ain’t gonna do anything, we’re just goin’ to the street light and back.”

“Scout, I’m tellin’ you for the last time, shut your trap or go home— I declare to the Lord you’re gettin’ more like a girl every day!”

“Shot in the air. Scared him pale, though. Says if anybody sees a white nigger around, that’s the one. Says he’s got the other barrel waitin’ for the next sound he hears in that patch, an’ next time he won’t aim high, be it dog, nigger, or-Jem Finch!”

“I don’t want to hear of poker in any form again. Go by Dill’s and get your pants, Jem. Settle it yourselves.”

Chapter 7

“Can’t anybody tell what you’re gonna do lest they live in the house with you, and even I can’t tell sometimes.”

“He carves all right, but he lives down the country. When would he ever pay any attention to us?”

“How do you know it’s a man? I bet it’s Miss Maudie—been bettin’ that for a long time.”

“Don’t you cry, now, Scout... don’t cry now, don’t you worry—” he muttered at me all the way to school.

“Tree’s dying. You plug ‘em with cement when they’re sick. You ought to know that, Jem.”

Chapter 8

“Hasn’t snowed in Maycomb since Appomattox. It’s bad children like you makes the seasons change.”

“Now listen, both of you. Go down and stand in front of the Radley Place. Keep out of the way, do you hear? See which way the wind’s blowing?”

“...Mr. Nathan put cement in that tree, Atticus, an’ he did it to stop us findin’ things—he’s crazy, I reckon, like they say, but Atticus, I swear to God he ain’t ever harmed us, he ain’t ever hurt us, he coulda cut my throat from ear to ear that night but he tried to mend my pants instead... he ain’t ever hurt us, Atticus—”

“Always wanted a smaller house, Jem Finch. Gives me more yard. Just think, I’ll have more room for my azaleas now!”

“Atticus told me on his way to town this morning. Tell you the truth, I’d like to’ve been with you. And I’d’ve had sense enough to turn around, too.”

Chapter 9

Then why did Cecil say you defended niggers? He made it sound like you were runnin’ a still.”

“Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win”

“Don’t pay any attention to her, Jack. She’s trying you out. Cal says she’s been cussing fluently for a week, now.”

“Well, I don’t…. not unless there’s extreme provocation connected with ‘em. I’ll be here a week, and I don’t want to hear any words like that while I’m here. Scout, you’ll get in trouble if you go around saying things like that. You want to grow up to be a lady, don’t you?”

“Grandma says all men should learn to cook, that men oughta be careful with their wives and wait on ‘em when they don’t feel good”

Chapter 10

“Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”

“I mean young grown-ups. You’re lucky, you know. You and Jem have the benefit of your father’s age. If your father was thirty you’d find life quite different.”

“I know it’s February, Miss Eula May, but I know a mad dog when I see one. Please ma’am hurry!”

“We better wait, Mr. Finch. They usually go in a straight line, but you never can tell. He might follow the curve—hope he does or he’ll go straight in the Radley back yard. Let’s wait a minute.”

“Forgot to tell you the other day that besides playing the Jew’s Harp, Atticus Finch was the deadest shot in Maycomb County in his time.”

Chapter 11

“She’s an old lady and she’s ill. You just hold your head high and be a gentleman. Whatever she says to you, it’s your job not to let her make you mad.”

“Yes indeed, what has this world come to when a Finch goes against his raising? I’ll tell you!”

“Son, I have no doubt that you’ve been annoyed by your contemporaries about me lawing for niggers, as you say, but to do something like this to a sick old lady is inexcusable. I strongly advise you to go down and have a talk with Mrs. Dubose,”

“They’re certainly entitled to think that, and they’re entitled to full respect for their opinions”

“I think that was her way of telling you—everything’s all right now, Jem, everything’s all right. You know, she was a great lady.”