I Do Much Of My Creative Thinking

We're Paying The Highest Tribute You Can Pay A Man. We Trust Him To Do Right. It's That Simple.

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.

Whatever She Says To You, It’s Your Job Not To Let Her Make You Mad.

That Boy Is Your Company. And If He Wants To Eat Up That Tablecloth, You Let Him, You Hear?

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