“Atticus, he was real nice...” His hands were under my chin, pulling up the cover, tucking it around me. “Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”
“Atticus had said it was the polite thing to talk to people about what they were interested in, not about what you were interested in.”
“It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.”