Writing Is Something You'll Never Learn In

Maycomb Was A Tired Old Town, Even In 1932 When I First Knew It. Somehow, It Was Hotter Then. Men's Stiff Collars Wilted By Nine In The Morning. Ladies Bathed Before Noon After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frosting From Sweating And Sweet Talcum. The Day Was Twenty-four Hours Long, But It Seemed Longer. There's No Hurry, For There's Nowhere To Go And Nothing To Buy... And No Money To Buy It With.

Miss Caroline Seemed Unaware That The Ragged, Denim-shirted And Floursack-skirted First Grade, Most Of Whom Had Chopped Cotton And Fed Hogs From The Time They Were Able To Walk, Were Immune To Imaginative Literature.

Turtles Don't Feel, Stupid," Said Jem. "were You Ever A Turtle, Huh?

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

The Book To Read Is Not The One Which Thinks For You, But The One Which Makes You Think. No Book In The World Equals The Bible For That.