Don't you oh well me, sir, " Miss Maudie replied, recognizing Jem's fatalistic noises, "you are not old enough to appreciate what I said.

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.

The book to read is not the one which thinks for you, but the one which makes you think. No book in the world equals the Bible for that.

The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets -

People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.

Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.

He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.

Things are always better in the morning.

It's not necessary to tell all you know.

Writing is a process of self-discipline you must learn before you can call yourself a writer. There are people who write, but I think they're quite different from people who must write.

...but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself.

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

If you wait for inspiration you'll be standing on the corner after the parade is a mile down the street.

The doors of the world are opened to people who can read.

Imagine a vast ocean. Feel that you are part of that ocean. Imagine that each wave in the ocean is slowly moving through you. Feel that each wave is a wave of joy.

I studied opera, and when I left conservatory I told myself I would never sing in public again.

Who is a good man? He who keeps the decrees of the fathers, and both human and divine laws. [Lat., Vir bonus est quis? Qui consulta patrum, qui leges juraque servat.]

All my band members were old enough to be my dad. It was like this family vibe.

The egoist is fooled by no ideals: he discards them or uses them, as may suit his own interest.

When one thing ends, you put it away and start from scratch on the next thing.

What literature brings to our times is always the fact that literature refuses to bring any simple or easy answers.