i'm killing that mockingbird.

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view..

..until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.

too many points of view with too few visible viewpoints. that's life for you. teach me to look from outside of myself, just for once, just for twice.

and what if, just what if, you spend all your time in a skin that's not yours.. can the pretense of being someone else become real? and could we wish for anything else then to not be me.