When Stalking One’s Prey, It Is Best

When A Child Asks You Something, Answer Him, For Goodness Sake. But Don't Make A Production Of It. Children Are Children, But They Can Spot An Evasion Faster Than Adults, And Evasion Simply Muddles 'em.

"when They Finally Saw Him, Why He Hadn't Done Any Of Those Things... Atticus, He Was Real Nice..." His Hands Were Under My Chin, Pulling Up The Cover, Tucking It Around Me. "most People Are, Scout, When You Finally See Them."

Jem Gave A Reasonable Description Of Boo: Boo Was About Six-and-a-half Feet Tall, Judging From His Tracks; He Dined On Raw Squirrels And Any Cats He Could Catch, That's Why His Hands Were Bloodstained - If You Ate Animal Raw, You Could Never Wash The Blood Off. There Was A Long Jagged Scar That Ran Across His Face; What Teeth He Had Were Yellow And Rotten; His Eyes Popped, And He Drooled Most Of The Time.

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

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