“For four days straights, I sit at my typewriter in my bedroom. Twenty of my typed pages, full of slashes and red-circled edits, become thirty-one in thick Strathmore white.” — 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 Image
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 Image
“Tonight, I'll strip off all this armor and let it be as it was before..” — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
They say it's like true love, good help. You only get one in a lifetime. — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“He needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.” — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
