Boo Was Our Neighbor. He Gave Us

Dill Said Striking A Match Under A Turtle Was Hateful. “how Do You Know A Match Don't Hurt Him?” “turtles Can't Feel, Stupid,” Said Jem. “where You Ever A Turtle, Huh?

You Can Choose Your Friends, But You Sho' Can't Choose Your Family.

Yeah, That's All," Said Dill. "he'll Probably Come Out After You When He Sees You In The Yard, Then Scout'n' Me'll Jump On Him And Hold Him Down Till We Can Tell Him We Ain't Gonna Hurt Him.

I've Been Writing As Long As I've Been Able To Form Words. I Never Wrote With An Idea Of Publishing Anything Until I Began Working On '[to Kill A] Mockingbird'. I Think That What Went Before May Have Been A Rather Subconscious Form Of Learning How To Write, Of Training Myself.

Mr. Avery Said It Was Written On The Rosetta Stone That When Children Disobeyed Their Parents, Smoked Cigarettes And Made War On Each Other, The Seasons Would Change: Jem And I Were Burdened With The Guilt Of Contributing To The Aberrations Of Nature, Thereby Causing Unhappiness To Our Neighbors And Discomfort To Ourselves.