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.
Harper LeeThere was nowhere to go, but I turned to go and met Atticus's vest front. I buried my head in it and listened to the small internal noises that went on behind the light blue cloth: his watch ticking, the faint crackle of his starched shirt, the soft sound of his breathing. 'Your stomach's growling,' I said. 'I know it,' he said.
Harper Lee