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. - P105
This time, I split my knuckle to the bone on his front teeth. My left impaired, I sailed in with my right, but not for long. - P106
I found myself suddenly looking at a tiny ant struggling with a bread crumb in the grass. - P107
Children are children, but they can spot an evasion quicker than adults, and evasion simply muddles ’em. No," - P110
Hotheadedness isn’t. - P110
"It couldn’t be worse, Jack. The only thing we’ve got is a black man’s word against the Ewells’. The evidence boils down to you-did—I-didn’t. The jury couldn’t possibly be expected to take Tom Robinson’s word against the Ewells’—are you acquainted with the Ewells?" - P110
Why reasonable people go stark raving mad when anything involving a Negro comes up, is something I don’t pretend to understand . . . - P111
I just hope that Jem and Scout come to me for their answers instead of listening to the town. I hope they trust me enough. . . . - P111
But I never figured out how Atticus knew I was listening, and it was not until many years later that I realized he wanted me to hear every word he said. - P111
Atticus was feeble: he was nearly fifty. When Jem and I asked him why he was so old, he said he got started late, which we felt reflected upon his abilities and manliness. - P113
Besides that, he wore glasses. He was nearly blind in his left eye, and said left eyes were the tribal curse of the Finches. Whenever he wanted to see something well, he turned his head and looked from his right eye. - P113
Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird." - P114
"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." - P114
With movements so swift they seemed simultaneous, Atticus’s hand yanked a ball-tipped lever as he brought the gun to his shoulder. The rifle cracked. Tim Johnson leaped, flopped over and crumpled on the sidewalk in a brown-and-white heap. He didn’t know what hit him. - P121
"Easy does it, son," Atticus would say. - P126
This case, Tom Robinson’s case, is something that goes to the essence of a man’s conscience—Scout, I couldn’t go to church and worship God if I didn’t try to help that man." - P131
The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience." - P132
Negroes worshiped in it on Sundays and white men gambled in it on weekdays. - P145
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