Whatever She Says To You, It’s Your

There Are Just Some Kind Of Men…who’re So Busy Worrying About The Next World They’ve Never Learned To Live In This One.

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

I'm Still Old-fashioned. I Love Dusty Old Books And Libraries.

I've Been Writing As Long As I've Been Able To Form Words. I Never Wrote With An Idea Of Publishing Anything Until I Began Working On '[to Kill A] Mockingbird'. I Think That What Went Before May Have Been A Rather Subconscious Form Of Learning How To Write, Of Training Myself.

She Knew Full Well The Enormity Of Her Offense, But Because Her Desires Were Stronger Than The Code She Was Breaking, She Persisted In Breaking It.