Kathryn Stockett Quotes

Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.

Write about what disturbs you, particularly if it bothers no one else.

Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?

I always order the banned books from a black market dealer in California, figuring if the State of Mississippi banned them, they must be good.

....I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

Great books give you a feeling that you miss all day, until you finally get to crawl back inside those pages again.

...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?

Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious

I was surprise to see the world didn't stop just cause my boy did.

I grew up in the 1970s, but I don't think a whole lot had changed from the '60s. Oh, it had changed in the law books - but not in the kitchens of white homes.

I'm tired of the rules," I say.

If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.

I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.

Stuart needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.

But after Mr. Evers got shot a week ago, lot a colored folk is frustrated in this town. Especially the younger ones, who ain't built up a callus yet.

Bosoms are for bedrooms and breastfeeding.

I have decided not to die.

That's the way prayer do. It's like electricity, it keeps things going.

All I'm saying is, kindness don't have no boundaries.

Truth. It feels cool, like water washing over my sticky-hot body. Cooling a heat that's been burning me up all my life. Truth, I say inside my head again, just for that feeling.

Got to be the worst place in the world, inside a oven. You in here, you either cleaning or you getting cooked.

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.

Rich folk don't try so hard

All my life I'd been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine's thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

It weren’t too loo long before I seen something in me, had changed. A bitter seed was planted inside of me. And I just didn’t feel so, accepting, anymore.

Miss Leefolt sigh, hang up the phone like she just don't know how her brain gone operate without Miss Hilly coming over to push the Think buttons.

That's what I love about Aibileen, she can take the most complicated things in life and wrap them up so small and simple, they'll fit right in your pocket.

No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.

You're gon' have to say to your self, am I gon' believe what them fools say about me today?

Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.

Having a separate bathroom for the black domestic was just the way things were done. It had faded out in new homes by the time the '70s and '80s rolled up.

Because ain’t that white people for you, wondering if they are happy enough.

President Kennedy’s assassination, less than two weeks ago, has struck the world dumb. It’s like no one wants to be the first to break the silence. Nothing seems important.

They say it's like true love, good help. You only get one in a lifetime.

And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.

It can be really powerful to write something when youre sad.

She hug me around my neck, say, "You're righter than Miss Taylor." I tear up then. My cup is spilling over. Those is new words to me.

Im a Southerner - I never take satisfaction in touching a nerve.

I may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget.

Here's to new beginnings," Stuart says and raises his bourbon. I nod, sort of wanting to tell him that all beginnings are new.

He let out a long sorry sigh and I love that look on his face, that disappointment. I understand now why girls resist,just for that sweet look of regret.

And you call yourself a Christian,' were Hilly's words to me and I thought, God. When did I ever do that?

I've become one of those people who prowl around at night in their cars. God, I am the town's Boo Radley, just like in To Kill A Mockingbird.

Mrs. Charlotte Phelan's Guide to Husband-Hunting, Rule Number One: a pretty, petite girl should accentuate with makeup and good posture. A tall plain one, with a trust fund.

...My sister Doreena who never lifted a royal finger growing up because she had the heart defect that we later found out was a fly on the X-ray machine.

I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.

That's all a grit is, a vehicle. For whatever it is you rather be eating.

I tell myself that's what you get when you put thirty-one toilets on the most popular girl's front yard. People tend to treat you a little differently than before.

This woman talk like she from so deep in the country she got corn growing in her shoes.