Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions.

I was not so sure, but Jem told me I was being a girl, that girls always imagined things, that’s why other people hated them so, and if I started behaving like one I could just go off and find some to play with.

Imagination might not be limitless. It's still tethered to the universe of what we know.

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.