I'm Still Old-fashioned. I Love Dusty Old

Serving On A Jury Forces A Man To Make Up His Mind And Declare Himself About Something. Men Don't Like To Do That. Sometimes It's Unpleasant.

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?' I Said Not Particularly.

Ladies Bathed Before Noon, After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frostings Of Sweat And Sweet Talcum.

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

Nothing Is More Deadly Than A Deserted, Waiting Street.