Sometimes The Bible In The Hands Of

I Have Nothing But Gratitude For The People Who Made The Film. It Was A Most Unusual Experience. I'm No Judge, And The Only Film I've Ever Seen Made Was Mockingbird, But There Seemed To Be An Aura Of Good Feeling On The Set. I Went Out And Looked At Them Filming A Little Of It, And There Seemed To Be Such A General Kindness, Perhaps Even Respect, For The Material They Were Working With. I Was Delighted, Touched, Happy, And Exceedingly Grateful.

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..." - Scout Finch

Atticus Had Said It Was The Polite Thing To Talk To People About What They Were Interested In, Not About What You Were Interested In.

Dill Was Off Again. Beautiful Things Floated Around In His Dreamy Head. He Could Read Two Books To My One, But He Preferred The Magic Of His Own Inventions. He Could Add And Subtract Faster Than Lightning, But He Preferred His Own Twilight World, A World Where Babies Slept, Waiting To Be Gathered Like Morning Lilies.

Way Back About Nineteen-twenty There Was A Klan... The Ku Klux's Gone... It'll Never Come Back.