I Don't Hafta Take His Sass

When I Pointed To Him His Palms Slipped Slightly, Leaving Greasy Sweat Streaks On The Wall, And He Hooked His Thumbs In His Belt. A Strange Spasm Shook Him, As If He Heard Fingernails Scrape Slate, But As I Gazed At Him In Wonder The Tension Slowly Drained From His Face. His Lips Parted Into A Timid Smile, And Our Neighbor’s Image Blurred With My Sudden Tears. “hey, Boo,” I Said. “mr. Arthur, Honey,” Said Atticus, Gently Correcting Me. “jean Louise, This Is Mr. Arthur Radley. I Believe He Already Knows You.

Turtles Don't Feel, Stupid," Said Jem. "were You Ever A Turtle, Huh?

Weeping For Anna Karenina And Being Terrified By Hannibal Lecter, Entering The Heart Of Darkness With Mistah Kurtz, Having Holden Caulfield Ring You Up - Some Things Should Happen On Soft Pages, Not Cold Metal.

Ladies In Bunches Always Filled Me With Vague Apprehension And A Firm Desire To Be Elsewhere.

I Say Guilt, Gentlemen, Because It Was Guilt That Motivated Her. She Has Committed No Crime, She Has Merely Broken A Rigid And Time-honored Code Of Our Society.