I Don't Hafta Take His Sass

Scout, I´m Telling You For The Last Time, Shut Your Trap Or Go Home - I Declare To The Lord You´re Gettin´ More Like A Girl Every Day!” With That, I Had No Option But To Join Them.

Miss Caroline Seemed Unaware That The Ragged, Denim-shirted And Floursack-skirted First Grade, Most Of Whom Had Chopped Cotton And Fed Hogs From The Time They Were Able To Walk, Were Immune To Imaginative Literature.

So It Took An Eight-year-old Child To Bring 'em To Their Senses.... That Proves Something - That A Gang Of Wild Animals Can Be Stopped, Simply Because They're Still Human. Hmp, Maybe We Need A Police Force Of Children.

Southern Lawyers Don't Read Novels Much.

There Are Just Some Kind Of Men…who’re So Busy Worrying About The Next World They’ve Never Learned To Live In This One.