She's An Old Lady And She's Ill.

Maycomb Was A Tired Old Town, Even In 1932 When I First Knew It. Somehow, It Was Hotter Then. Men's Stiff Collars Wilted By Nine In The Morning. Ladies Bathed Before Noon After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frosting From Sweating And Sweet Talcum. The Day Was Twenty-four Hours Long, But It Seemed Longer. There's No Hurry, For There's Nowhere To Go And Nothing To Buy... And No Money To Buy It With.

You've Really Got To Start Hitting The Books Because It's No Joke Out Here.

I Was Born Good But Had Grown Progressively Worse Every Year. Scout

Atticus, He Was Real Nice." "most People Are, Scout, When You Finally See Them.

Finders Were Keepers Unless Title Was Proven.