Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To

So It Took An Eight-year-old Child To Bring 'em To Their Senses.... That Proves Something - That A Gang Of Wild Animals Can Be Stopped, Simply Because They're Still Human. Hmp, Maybe We Need A Police Force Of Children.

My Book Had A Universal Theme. It's Not A "racial" Novel. It Portrays An Aspect Of Civilization, Not Necessarily Southern Civilization.

Writing Is A Process Of Self-discipline You Must Learn Before You Can Call Yourself A Writer. There Are People Who Write, But I Think They're Quite Different From People Who Must Write.

Calpurnia Evidently Remembered A Rainy Sunday When We Were Both Fatherless And Teacherless. Let To Its Own Devices, The Class Tied Eunice Ann Simpson To A Chair And Placed Her In The Furnace Room. We Forgot Her, Trooped Upstairs To Church, And Were Listening Quietly To The Sermon When A Dreadful Banging Issued From The Radiator Pipes, Persisting Until Someone Investigated And Brought Forth Eunice Ann Saying She Didn't Want To Play Shadrach Any More - Jem Finch Said She Wouldn't Get Burnt If She Had Enough Faith, But It Was Hot Down There.

I'm No Idealist To Believe Firmly In The Integrity Of Our Courts And In The Jury System -- That Is No Ideal To Me, It Is A Living, Working Reality. Gentlemen, A Court Is No Better Than Each Man Of You Sitting Before Me On This Jury. A Court Is Only As Sound As Its Jury, And A Jury Is Only As Sound As The Men Who Make It Up.