Dill If You Don't Hush

...in Other Words, All I Want To Be Is The Jane Austen Of South Alabama Interview - March 1964

When I Pointed To Him His Palms Slipped Slightly, Leaving Greasy Sweat Streaks On The Wall, And He Hooked His Thumbs In His Belt. A Strange Spasm Shook Him, As If He Heard Fingernails Scrape Slate, But As I Gazed At Him In Wonder The Tension Slowly Drained From His Face. His Lips Parted Into A Timid Smile, And Our Neighbor’s Image Blurred With My Sudden Tears. “hey, Boo,” I Said. “mr. Arthur, Honey,” Said Atticus, Gently Correcting Me. “jean Louise, This Is Mr. Arthur Radley. I Believe He Already Knows You.

People Generally See What They Look For, And Hear What They Listen For.

Things Are Always Better In The Morning.

My Objectives Are Very Limited. I Want To Do The Best I Can With The Talent God Gave Me. I Hope To Goodness That Every Novel I Do Gets Better And Better, Not Worse And Worse.