I've become one of those people who prowl around at night in their cars. God, I am the town's Boo Radley, just… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
I do wish that people talked about the subject of race, especially in the South, — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
“We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.” — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
Because ain’t that white people for you, wondering if they are happy enough. — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
With other people, Hilly hands out lies like the Presbyterians hand out guilt, but it's our own silent agreement, this strict honesty,… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
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… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
As children, we looked up to our maids and our nannies, who were playing in some ways the role of our mothers.… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
Her nose wrinkle up cause now she got to remember to say she Mae Mobley Three, when her whole life she can… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
I hear Raleigh's new accounting business isn't doing well. Maybe up in New York or somewhere it's a good thing, but in… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
I'm a Southerner - I never take satisfaction in touching a nerve. I guess if I'm forced to find a good side,… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
Everyone knows how we white people feel, the glorified Mammy figure who dedicates her whole life to a white family. Margaret Mitchell… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
I'm pretty sure I can say that no one in my family ever asked Demetrie what it felt like to be black… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
There is no trickier subject for a writer from the South than that of affection between a black person and a white… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
Rule Number One for working for a white lady, Minny: it is nobody’s business. You keep your nose out of your White… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
Miss Celia stares down into the pot like she's looking for her future. "Are you happy, Minny?" "Why you ask me funny… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
Oh, it was delicious to have someone to keep secrets with. If I'd had a sister or a brother closer in age, I guessed… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
I was born in Jackson, Mississippi, in 1969, in a time and place where no one was saying, 'Look how far we've come,' because… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
“Tonight, I'll strip off all this armor and let it be as it was before..” — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
“We look at each other a second. " I'm tired of the rules," I say. Aibileen chuckles and looks out the window. I realise… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
“She blow em clean over. She suck the grits off the candle and start eating. After while, she smile up at me, say, "How… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
Babies like fat. Like to bury they face up in you armpit and go to sleep. They like big fat legs too. That I… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
They say it's like true love, good help. You only get one in a lifetime. — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
That white uniform was her 'pass' to get into white places with us - the grocery store, the state fair, the movies. Even though… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
Her nose wrinkle up cause now she got to remember to say she Mae Mobley Three, when her whole life she can remember, she… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
“And then I realize what I’ve known all night. He is looking at me but he is thinking about... her.” — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
“He needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.” — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
“That’s her favorite story cause when I tell it, she get two presents. I take the brown wrapping from my Piggly Wiggly grocery bag… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
Stuart stands and says, 'Come here,' and he's on my side of the room in one stride and he claps my hands to his… — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share
