Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To

Havin' A Gun Around's An Invitation To Somebody To Shoot You.

Next Morning I Awoke, Looked Out The Window And Nearly Died Of Fright. My Screams Brought Atticus From His Bathroom Half-shaven. "the World's Endin', Atticus! Please Do Something -!" I Dragged Him To The Window And Pointed. "no It's Not," He Said. "it's Snowing.

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.

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.

One Must Lie Under Certain Circumstances And At All Times When One Can't Do Anything About Them.