Let The Dead Bury The Dead.

Finders Were Keepers Unless Title Was Proven.

If This Thing's Hushed Up It'll Be A Simple Denial To Jem Of The Way I've Tried To Raise Him. Sometimes I Think I'm A Total Failure As A Parent, But I'm All They've Got. Before Jem Looks At Anyone Else He Looks At Me, And I've Tried To Live So I Can Look Squarely Back At Him.. If I Connived At Something Like This, Frankly I Couldn't Meet His Eye, And The Day I Can't Do That I'll Know I've Lost Him. I Don't Want To Lose Him And Scout, Because They're All I've Got.

You Know, Many Writers Really Don't Like To Write. I Think This The Chief Complaint Of So Many. They Hate To Write; They Do It Under The Compulsion That Makes Any Artist The Victim He Is, But They Loathe The Process Of Sitting Down Trying To Turn Thoughts Into Reasonable Sentences.

Atticus Told Me To Delete The Adjectives And I'd Have The Facts.

Boo Was Our Neighbor. He Gave Us Two Soap Dolls, A Broken Watch And Chain, A Pair Of Good-luck Pennies, And Our Lives.