“Calpurnia was something else again. She was all angles and bones; she was nearsighted; she squinted; her hand was wide as a bed slat and twice as hard.”

“Molasses buckets appeared from nowhere, and the ceiling danced with metallic light.”

“Jem gulped down his second glassful and slapped his chest.”

“He sounded fishy to me. No one in Maycomb just went for a walk.”

“‘He’s gonna make me some invisible ink, and I’m gonna write to Dill in it.’”

“Jem yanked my hair, said he didn’t care, he’d do it again if he had the chance, and if I didn’t shut up he’d pull every hair out of my head.”