“I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting”
“She went to him. ‘Atticus,’ she said. ‘I’m—’
‘You may be sorry, but I’m proud of you.’
She looked up and saw her father beaming at her. ‘What?’
‘I said I’m proud of you.’
‘I don’t understand you. I don’t understand men at all and I never will.’
‘Well, I certainly hoped a daughter of mine’d hold her ground for what she thinks is right—stand up to me first of all.‘”