He Turned Out The Light And Went

Prejudice, A Dirty Word, And Faith, A Clean One, Have Something In Common: They Both Begin Where Reason Ends.

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.

I Think There's Just One Kind Of Folks. Folks.

Maycomb Was A Tired Old Town, Even In 1932 When I First Knew It. Somehow, It Was Hotter Then. Men's Stiff Collars Wilted By Nine In The Morning. Ladies Bathed Before Noon After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frosting From Sweating And Sweet Talcum. The Day Was Twenty-four Hours Long, But It Seemed Longer. There's No Hurry, For There's Nowhere To Go And Nothing To Buy... And No Money To Buy It With.

Mockingbirds Don’t Do One Thing But Make Music For Us To Enjoy. They Don’t Eat Up People’s Gardens, Don’t Nest In Corncribs, They Don’t Do One Thing But Sing Their Hearts Out For Us. That’s Why It’s A Sin To Kill A Mockingbird.