“It'd be nice to have someone who understood some of the things that went on in my head.”

“You ever heard the phrase 'nice guys finish last'? It's true. Been true my whole life. So, maybe it'd be nice for me for a change, if someone thought I was worth fightin' for.”

“..he was the only one in the world who understood the secret living thing that dwelt in he pit of my stomach...the thing that reared its head from time to time to sear my insides with fear.”

“The things other people have put into my head, at any rate, do not fit together nicely, are often useless and ugly, are out of proportion with one another, are out of proportion with life as it really is outside my head.”

“I have tried to be honest with you, although I suppose that you would really have been more interested in my not being honest. Some of these things happened, and some were dreams. They were all true, as I understood truth. They are all real, as I understood reality.”

“I don't say anything and he casually leans against my desk, picking up the novel that's sitting there."It's bullshit," he tells me, flicking through it. "There's no such thing as Atticus Finch."I shrug. "It'd be nice if there was, though.”