People In Their Right Minds Never Take

To Be A Serious Writer Requires Discipline That Is Iron Fisted. It's Sitting Down And Doing It Whether You Think You Have It In You Or Not. Everyday. Alone. Without Interruption. Contrary To What Most People Think, There Is No Glamour To Writing. In Fact, It's Heartbreak Most Of The Time.

Real Courage Is When You Know You're Licked Before You Begin, But You Begin Anyway And See It Through No Matter What.

Miss Jean Louise, Stand Up. Your Father's Passin'.

Neighbors Bring Food With Death And Flowers With Sickness And Little Things In Between. Boo Was Our Neighbor. He Gave Us Two Soap Dolls, A Broken Watch And Chain, A Pair Of Good-luck Pennies, And Our Lives. But Neighbors Give In Return. We Never Put Back Into The Tree What We Took Out Of It: We Had Given Him Nothing, And It Made Me Sad.

Calpurnia Evidently Remembered A Rainy Sunday When We Were Both Fatherless And Teacherless. Let To Its Own Devices, The Class Tied Eunice Ann Simpson To A Chair And Placed Her In The Furnace Room. We Forgot Her, Trooped Upstairs To Church, And Were Listening Quietly To The Sermon When A Dreadful Banging Issued From The Radiator Pipes, Persisting Until Someone Investigated And Brought Forth Eunice Ann Saying She Didn't Want To Play Shadrach Any More - Jem Finch Said She Wouldn't Get Burnt If She Had Enough Faith, But It Was Hot Down There.