I'm still old-fashioned. I love dusty old books and libraries.

Now, 75 years later in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books. Instant information is not for me. I prefer to search library stacks because when I work to learn something, I remember it. And, Oprah, can you imagine curling up in bed to read a computer? Weeping for Anna Karenina and being terrified by Hannibal Lecter, entering the heart of darkness with Mistah Kurtz, having Holden Caulfield ring you up — some things should happen on soft pages, not cold metal.

We said good-bye, and Dill went inside the house. He evidently remembered he was engaged to me, for he ran back out and kissed me swiftly in front of Jem. "Yawl write, hear?" he bawled after us.

Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.

Turtles don't feel, stupid," said Jem. "Were you ever a turtle, huh?

Sometimes it’s better to bend the law a little in special cases.

Nothin’s real scary except in books.