I'm Charles Baker Harris...i Can Read

When A Child Asks You Something, Answer Him, For Goodness’ Sake. But Don’t Make A Production Of It. Children Are Children, But They Can Spot An Evasion Quicker Than Adults, And Evasion Simply Muddles ‘em. No... You Had The Right Answer This Afternoon, But The Wrong Reasons. Bad Language Is A Stage All Children Go Through, And It Dies With Time When They Learn They’re Not Attracting Attention With It. Hotheadedness Isn’t.

I'm No Idealist To Believe Firmly In The Integrity Of Our Courts And In The Jury System -- That Is No Ideal To Me, It Is A Living, Working Reality. Gentlemen, A Court Is No Better Than Each Man Of You Sitting Before Me On This Jury. A Court Is Only As Sound As Its Jury, And A Jury Is Only As Sound As The Men Who Make It Up.

Maycomb Was A Tired Old Town, Even In 1932 When I First Knew It. Somehow, It Was Hotter Then. Men's Stiff Collars Wilted By Nine In The Morning. Ladies Bathed Before Noon After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frosting From Sweating And Sweet Talcum. The Day Was Twenty-four Hours Long, But It Seemed Longer. There's No Hurry, For There's Nowhere To Go And Nothing To Buy... And No Money To Buy It With.

Jem Gave A Reasonable Description Of Boo: Boo Was About Six-and-a-half Feet Tall, Judging From His Tracks; He Dined On Raw Squirrels And Any Cats He Could Catch, That's Why His Hands Were Bloodstained - If You Ate Animal Raw, You Could Never Wash The Blood Off. There Was A Long Jagged Scar That Ran Across His Face; What Teeth He Had Were Yellow And Rotten; His Eyes Popped, And He Drooled Most Of The Time.

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.