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

“I had never thought about it, but summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string, Dill's eyes alive with complicated plans to make Boo Radley emerge; summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longings we sometimes felt each other feel. With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable”

“He makes you the person you want to be, instead of the person you are, and that, the idea of life without him is, not only unbearable, it's unimaginable.”

“Just remember... life without me would be even more unbearable.”

“today he felt life, youth, people slipping away from him, without being able to hold on to any of them, left with the blind hope that this obscure force that for so many years had raised him above the daily routine, nourished him unstintingly, and been equal to the most difficult circumstances--that, as it had with endless generosity given him reason to live, it would also give him reason to grow old and die without rebellion.”

“So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.”