Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts.

Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad.

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

You see they could never, never understand that I live like I do because that's the way I want to live.

With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.

It's better to be silent than to be a fool.

I've been writing as long as I've been able to form words. I never wrote with an idea of publishing anything until I began working on '[To Kill a] Mockingbird'. I think that what went before may have been a rather subconscious form of learning how to write, of training myself.