Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself.
I'm still old-fashioned. I love dusty old books and libraries.
Characters make their own plot. The dimensions of the characters determine the action of the novel.
I'm Charles Baker Harris...I can read
Way back about nineteen-twenty there was a Klan... The Ku Klux's gone... It'll never come back.
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.