Dill If You Don't Hush I'll Knock

The Book To Read Is Not The One Which Thinks For You, But The One Which Makes You Think. No Book In The World Equals The Bible For That.

The Remainder Of My Schooldays Were No More Auspicious Than The First. Indeed, They Were An Endless Project That Slowly Evolved Into A Unit, In Which Miles Of Construction Paper And Wax Crayon Were Expended By The State Of Alabama In Its Well-meaning But Fruitless Efforts To Teach Me Group Dynamics.

Dill Was Off Again. Beautiful Things Floated Around In His Dreamy Head. He Could Read Two Books To My One, But He Preferred The Magic Of His Own Inventions. He Could Add And Subtract Faster Than Lightning, But He Preferred His Own Twilight World, A World Where Babies Slept, Waiting To Be Gathered Like Morning Lilies.

Shoot All The Blue Jays You Want, If You Can Hit 'em, But Remember It's A Sin To Kill A Mockingbird.

Writing Is Simply Something You Must Do. It's Rather Like Virtue In That It Is Its Own Reward.