Being Southerners, it was a source of shame to some members of the family that we had no recorded ancestors on either side of the Battle of Hastings. - P7
Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself. - P9
Jem and I found our father satisfactory: he played with us, read to us, and treated us with courteous detachment. - P9
Routine contentment was: improving our treehouse that rested between giant twin chinaberry trees in the back yard, fussing, running through our list of dramas based on the works of Oliver Optic, Victor Appleton, and Edgar Rice Burroughs. - P12
The old house was the same, droopy and sick, but as we stared down the street we thought we saw an inside shutter move. Flick. A tiny, almost invisible movement, and the house was still. - P21
"Jem says I was. He read in a book where I was a Bullfinch instead of a Finch. Jem says my name’s really Jean Louise Bullfinch, that I got swapped when I was born and I’m really a—" - P25
Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing. - P26
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