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

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.

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

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

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

Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious

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

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.

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.

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.

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.

Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.

The star rises from the east. Watch out! Your star will guide you.

The beauty of obedience is that what God expects you to do, He also enables you to do.

Every mode of travel has its signature mental aberration.

Your eyes flashed fire into my soul. I immediately read the words of Dostoyevsky and Karl Marx, and in the words of Albert Schweitzer, I FANCY YOU!

Saudi Arabia has lost one of its dutiful sons, a leader among the most dear of its leaders and men.

Yes. Growing up is highly overrated. Just be an author.

Hot legs, bring your Mother, too.

I recognize that losing is a part of growth in this sport and it's a positive thing in the long run.

Sometimes I think that novelists suffer from P.C.S.: Perpetual Childhood Syndrome.