Writing Is Simply Something You Must Do.

Neighbors Bring Food With Death And Flowers With Sickness And Little Things In Between. Boo Was Our Neighbor. He Gave Us Two Soap Dolls, A Broken Watch And Chain, A Pair Of Good-luck Pennies, And Our Lives. But Neighbors Give In Return. We Never Put Back Into The Tree What We Took Out Of It: We Had Given Him Nothing, And It Made Me Sad.

I Shall Never Marry, Atticus." "why?" "i Might Have Children.

Serving On A Jury Forces A Man To Make Up His Mind And Declare Himself About Something. Men Don't Like To Do That. Sometimes It's Unpleasant.

Atticus Told Me To Delete The Adjectives And I'd Have The Facts.

When A Child Asks You Something, Answer Him, For Goodness' Sake.