A Man Can Condemn His Enemies, But

Yeah, That's All," Said Dill. "he'll Probably Come Out After You When He Sees You In The Yard, Then Scout'n' Me'll Jump On Him And Hold Him Down Till We Can Tell Him We Ain't Gonna Hurt Him.

A Man Can Condemn His Enemies, But It's Wiser To Know Them.

Until I Feared I Would Lose It, I Never Loved To Read. One Does Not Love Breathing.

Dill Was Off Again. Beautiful Things Floated Around In His Dreamy Head. He Could Read Two Books To My One, But He Preferred The Magic Of His Own Inventions. He Could Add And Subtract Faster Than Lightning, But He Preferred His Own Twilight World, A World Where Babies Slept, Waiting To Be Gathered Like Morning Lilies.

Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To Please Himself...it's A Self-exploratory Operation That Is Endless. An Exorcism Of Not Necessarily His Demon, But Of His Divine Discontent.