To Kill a Mockingbird (To Kill a Mockingbird, #1)

by Harper Lee

I asked Dill where his father was: “You ain’t said anything about him.” “I haven’t got one.” “Is he dead?” “No . . .” “Then if he’s not dead you’ve got one, haven’t you?”

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

“but sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of—oh, of your father.”

“Oh-h Lord, Jem . . .” Jem put his arm around me. “Hush, Scout,” he said. “It ain’t time to worry yet. I’ll let you know when.”