Boo Was Our Neighbor. He Gave Us

Writing Is Something You'll Never Learn In Any University Or At Any School. It's Something That Is Within You, And If It Isn't There, Nothing Can Put It There.

As I Inched Sluggishly Along The Treadmill Of The Maycomb County School System, I Could Not Help Receiving The Impression That I Was Being Cheated Out Of Something. Out Of What I Knew Not, Yet I Did Not Believe That Twelve Years Of Unrelieved Boredom Was Exactly What The State Had In Mind For Me.

Characters Make Their Own Plot. The Dimensions Of The Characters Determine The Action Of The Novel.

In Maycomb, If One Went For A Walk With No Definite Purpose In Mind, It Was Correct To Believe One's Mind Incapable Of Definite Purpose.

I'm Little But I'm Old.