You Can Pet Him, Mr. Arthur. He's

That Boy Is Your Company. And If He Wants To Eat Up That Tablecloth, You Let Him, You Hear?

I Came To The Conclusion That People Were Just Peculiar, I Withdrew From Them, And Never Thought About Them Until I Was Forced To.

Dill Was Off Again. Beautiful Things Floated Around In His Dreamy Head. He Could Read Two Books To My One, But He Preferred The Magic Of His Own Inventions. He Could Add And Subtract Faster Than Lightning, But He Preferred His Own Twilight World, A World Where Babies Slept, Waiting To Be Gathered Like Morning Lilies.

A Man Can Condemn His Enemies, But It's Wiser To Know Them.

You Rarely Win, But Sometimes You Do.