Rest Assured, As Long As I Am

I Suppose She Chose Me Because She Knew My Name; As I Read The Alphabet A Faint Line Appeared Between Her Eyebrows, And After Making Me Read Most Of My First Reader And The Stock-market Quotations From The Mobile Register Aloud, She Discovered That I Was Literate And Looked At Me With More Than Faint Distaste. Miss Caroline Told Me To Tell My Father Not To Teach Me Any More, It Would Interfere With My Reading.

He Turned Out The Light And Went Into Jem's Room. He Would Be There All Night, And He Would Be There When Jem Waked Up In The Morning.

Atticus, He Was Real Nice." "most People Are, Scout, When You Finally See Them.

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.

I Had Never Thought About It, But Summer Was Dill By The Fishpool Smoking String, Dill's Eyes Alive With Complicated Plans To Make Boo Radley Emerge; Summer Was The Swiftness With Which Dill Would Reach Up And Kiss Me When Jem Was Not Looking, The Longings We Sometimes Felt Each Other Feel. With Him, Life Was Routine; Without Him, Life Was Unbearable..." - Scout Finch