There's Just Some Kind Of Men You

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.

Atticus Said That Jem Was Trying Hard To Forget Something, But What He Was Really Doing Was Storing It Away For A While, Until Enough Time Passed. Then He Would Be Able To Think About It And Sort Things Out. When He Was Able To Think About It, Jem Would Be Himself Again.

If There's Just One Kind Of Folks, Why Can't They Get Along With Each Other? If They're All Alike, Why Do They Go Out Of Their Way To Despise Each Other? Scout, I Think I'm Beginning To Understand Something. I Think I'm Beginning To Understand Why Boo Radley's Stayed Shut Up In The House All This Time. It's Because He Wants To Stay Inside.

When Stalking One’s Prey, It Is Best To Take One’s Time. Say Nothing, And As Sure As Eggs He Will Become Curious And Emerge.

So It Took An Eight-year-old Child To Bring 'em To Their Senses.... That Proves Something - That A Gang Of Wild Animals Can Be Stopped, Simply Because They're Still Human. Hmp, Maybe We Need A Police Force Of Children.