It's Not Time To Worry Yet

Summer Was Our Best Season: It Was Sleeping On The Back Screeneed Porch In Cots, Or Trying To Sleep In The Treehouse; Summer Was Everything Good To Eat;it Was A Thousand Colors In A Parched Landscape.

Where Are Your Pants, Son?

Dill?" Mm?" Why Do You Reckon Boo Radleys Never Run Off?" Dill Sighed A Long Sigh And Turned Away From Me. Maybe He Doesn't Have Anywhere To Run Off To

Naturally, You Don't Sit Down In "white Hot Inspiration" And Write With A Burning Flame In Front Of You. But Since I Knew I Could Never Be Happy Being Anything But A Writer, And Mockingbird Put Itself Together For Me So Accommodatingly, I Kept At It Because I Knew It Had To Be My First Novel, For Better Or For Worse.

I'm Little But I'm Old.