I didn't know how you were going to do it, but from now on I'll never worry about what'll become of you, son, you'll always have an idea.

Try fighting with your head for a change... it's a good one, even if it does resist learning.

Dill if you don't hush I'll knock you bowlegged.

Everybody’s gotta learn, nobody’s born knowing.

Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunty and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry.

Writing is simply something you must do. It's rather like virtue in that it is its own reward.

They've done it before and they'll do it again and when they do it -- seems that only the children weep. Good night.