I'm Little But I'm Old.

Miss Caroline Seemed Unaware That The Ragged, Denim-shirted And Floursack-skirted First Grade, Most Of Whom Had Chopped Cotton And Fed Hogs From The Time They Were Able To Walk, Were Immune To Imaginative Literature.

Scout, I´m Telling 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!” With That, I Had No Option But To Join Them.

Things Are Always Better In The Morning.

You Can Pet Him, Mr. Arthur. He's Asleep.

I Had Never Thought About It, But Summer Was Dill By The Fishpool Smoking String, Dill's Eyes Alive With Complicated Plans To Make Boo Radley Emerge; Summer Was The Swiftness With Which Dill Would Reach Up And Kiss Me When Jem Was Not Looking, The Longings We Sometimes Felt Each Other Feel. With Him, Life Was Routine; Without Him, Life Was Unbearable..." - Scout Finch