Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives.

Finders were keepers unless title was proven.

One must lie under certain circumstances and at all times when one can't do anything about them.

You've really got to start hitting the books because it's no joke out here.

I could think of nothing else to say to her. In fact I could never think of anything to say to her, and I sat thinking of past painful conversations between us: How are you, Jean Louise? Fine, thank you ma'am, how are you? Very well, thank you; what have you been doing with yourself? Nothin'. Don't you do anything? Nome. Certainly you have friends? Yessum. Well what do you all do? Nothin'.

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

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