Shoot All The Blue Jays You Want,

Summer Was Our Best Season: It Was Sleeping On The Back Screeneed Porch In Cots, Or Trying To Sleep In The Treehouse; Summer Was Everything Good To Eat;it Was A Thousand Colors In A Parched Landscape.

Until I Feared I Would Lose It, I Never Loved To Read. One Does Not Love Breathing.

There's A Lot Of Ugly Things In This World, Son. I Wish I Could Keep 'em All Away From You. That's Never Possible.

When He Was Nearly Thirteen, My Brother Jem Got His Arm Badly Broken At The Elbow.

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