Things Are Never As Bad As They

You Can Pet Him, Mr. Arthur. He's Asleep.

Now...in An Abundant Society Where People Have Laptops, Cell Phones, Ipods And Minds Like Empty Rooms, I Still Plod Along With Books.

There 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.

I'm Gonna Be A New Kind Of Clown. I'm Gonna Stand In The Middle Of The Ring And Laugh At The Folks.

You've Really Got To Start Hitting The Books Because It's No Joke Out Here.