She Was Born In The Objective Case.

I Didn't Expect The Book To Sell In The First Place. I Was Hoping For A Quick And Merciful Death At The Hands Of Reviewers But At The Same Time I Sort Of Hoped That Maybe Someone Would Like It Enough To Give Me Encouragement. Public Encouragement. I Hoped For A Little, As I Said, But I Got Rather A Whole Lot, And In Some Ways This Was Just About As Frightening As The Quick, Merciful Death I'd Expected.

When He Was Nearly Thirteen, My Brother Jem Got His Arm Badly Broken At The Elbow.

There Is One Way In This Country In Which All Men Are Created Equal—there Is One Human Institution That Makes A Pauper The Equal Of A Rockefeller, The Stupid Man The Equal Of An Einstein, And The Ignorant Man The Equal Of Any College President. That Institution, Gentlemen, Is The Court.

I Like To Write. Sometimes I'm Afraid That I Like It Too Much Because When I Get Into Work I Don't Want To Leave It. As A Result I'll Go For Days And Days Without Leaving The House Or Wherever I Happen To Be. I'll Go Out Long Enough To Get Papers And Pick Up Some Food And That's It. It's Strange, But Instead Of Hating Writing I Love It Too Much.

Folks Don't Like To Have Somebody Around Knowing More Than They Do.