With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.

...summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longing we sometimes felt each other feel. With him life was routine; without him life was unbearable.

I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin' after you.

I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.

Many receive advice, only the wise profit from it.

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.