It's not time to worry yet

Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.

Prejudice, a dirty word, and faith, a clean one, have something in common: they both begin where reason ends.

My objectives are very limited. I want to do the best I can with the talent God gave me. I hope to goodness that every novel I do gets better and better, not worse and worse.

As I made my way home, I thought Jem and I would get grown but there wasn't much else for us to learn, except possibly algebra.

There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible.

I would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career that before developing his talent he would be wise to develop a thick hide.