Prejudice, A Dirty Word, And

Next Morning I Awoke, Looked Out The Window And Nearly Died Of Fright. My Screams Brought Atticus From His Bathroom Half-shaven. "the World's Endin', Atticus! Please Do Something -!" I Dragged Him To The Window And Pointed. "no It's Not," He Said. "it's Snowing.

Writing Is A Process Of Self-discipline You Must Learn Before You Can Call Yourself A Writer. There Are People Who Write, But I Think They're Quite Different From People Who Must Write.

I Know Now What He Was Trying To Do, But Atticus Was Only A Man. It Takes A Woman To Do That Kind Of Work.

See There?" Jem Was Scowling Triumphantly. "nothin' To It. I Swear, Scout, Sometimes You Act So Much Like A Girl Its Mortifyin

It Was Times Like These When I Thought My Father, Who Hated Guns And Had Never Been To Any Wars, Was The Bravest Man Who Ever Lived.