-- Scout, Page 99
"Jem and I hated her. If she was on the porch when we passed, we would be raked by her wrathful gaze, subjecting to rtuhless interrogation regarding our behavior, and given a melancholy prediction on what we would amount to when we grew up, which was always nothing. We had long ago given up the idea of walking past her house on the opposite side of the street; that merely made her raise her voice and let the neighborhood in on it."
-- Scout, Page 99
"We could do nothing to please her. If I said as sunnily as I could, "Hey, Mrs. Dubose," I would receive for an answer, "Dont you say hey to me, you ugly girl! You say good afternoon, Mrs. Dubose!"
-- Scout, Page 99
"She was vicious. Once she heard Jem refer to our father as "Atticus" and her reaction was apoplectic."
-- Scout, Page 100
"Good evening, Mrs. Dubose! You look like a picture this evening." I never heard Atticus say a picture of what."
-- Atticus, Page 100
"Countless evenings Atticus would find Jem furious at something Mrs. Dubose had said when we went by."
-- Scout, Page 100
"She put her hand to her mouth. When she drew it away, it trailed a long silver thread of saliva. "Your father's no better than the niggers and trash her works for!"
-- Mrs. Dubose, Page 102
"Jem, she's old and ill,. You can't hold her responsible for what she says and does."
-- Atticus, Page 103
"In the corner of the room was a brass bed, and in the bed was Mrs. Dubose. I wondered if Jem's activities had put her there, and for a moemnt I felt sorry for her. She was lying there under a pile of quilts and looked almost friendly."
--Scout, Page 106
"She was horrible. Her face was the color of a dirty pillowcase, and the corners of her mouth glistened with wet, which inched like a glacier down the deep grooves enclosing her chin. Old -age liver spots dotted her cheeks, and her pale eyes had black pinpoint pupils. Her hands were knobby, and the cuticles were grown up over her fingernails. Her bottom plate was not in, and her upper lip protruded; from tiem to time she would draw neither lip to upper plate and carry her chin with it. This made the wet move faster."
--Scout, Page 106
"Something had happened to her. She lay on her back, with the quilts up to her chin. Only her head and shoulders were visible. Her head moved slowly from side to side. From time to time she would open her mouth wide, and I could see her tongue undulate faintly."
-- Scout, Page 107
"Mrs. Dubose was a morphine addict," said Atticus. "She took it as a pain-killer for years. The doctor put her on it. She'd have spent the rest of her life on it and died without much agony, but she was too contrary..."
-- Atticus, Page 111
"She said she was going to leave this world beholden to nothing and nobody. Jem, when you're as sick as she was, it's all right to take anything to make it easier, but it wasn't all right for her. She said she meant to break herself of it before she died, and that's what she did."
-- Atticus, Page 111
"Most of the time you were reading to her I doubt she heard a word you said. Her whole mind and body were concentrated ont hat alarm clock. If you ahdn't fallen into her hands, I'd have made you go read to her anyway. It may have been a distaction."
-- Atticus, Page 111
"Did she die free?"
"As the mountain air," said Atticus. "She was conscious to the last, almost. Conscious," he smiled," and cantaknerous. She still disapproved heartily of my doings, and said I'd probably spend the rest of my life abiling you out of jail. She had Jessie fix you this box.."
--Atticus, Page 111
"I wanted you to go see something about her-- I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage was a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do. Mrs. Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her. According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody. She was the bravest person I ever knew."
-- Atticus, Page 112