Writing Is Something You'll Never Learn In

Jem Gave A Reasonable Description Of Boo: Boo Was About Six-and-a-half Feet Tall, Judging From His Tracks; He Dined On Raw Squirrels And Any Cats He Could Catch, That's Why His Hands Were Bloodstained - If You Ate Animal Raw, You Could Never Wash The Blood Off. There Was A Long Jagged Scar That Ran Across His Face; What Teeth He Had Were Yellow And Rotten; His Eyes Popped, And He Drooled Most Of The Time.

I Remember When My Daddy Gave Me That Gun. He Told Me That I Should Never Point It At Anything In The House; And That He'd Rather I'd Shoot At Tin Cans In The Backyard. But He Said That Sooner Or Later He Supposed The Temptation To Go After Birds Would Be Too Much, And That I Could Shoot All The Blue Jays I Wanted - If I Could Hit 'em; But To Remember It Was A Sin To Kill A Mockingbird.

Folks Don't Like To Have Somebody Around Knowing More Than They Do.

I Never Expected Any Sort Of Success With 'mockingbird'... I Sort Of Hoped Someone Would Like It Enough To Give Me Encouragement.

Before Jem Looks At Anyone Else He Looks At Me, And I’ve Tried To Live So I Can Look Squarely Back At Him.