Kathryn Stockett Quotes

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It can be really powerful to write something when you're sad. -Kathryn Stockett
This woman talk like she from so deep in the country she got corn growing in her shoes. -Kathryn Stockett
Cause everbody care. Black, white, deep down we all do. -Kathryn Stockett
I was surprise to see the world didn't stop just cause my boy did. -Kathryn Stockett
I may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget. -Kathryn Stockett
Cause that's the way prayer do. It's like electricity, it keeps things going. -Kathryn Stockett
it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft. -Kathryn Stockett
We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought. -Kathryn Stockett
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. -Kathryn Stockett
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. -Kathryn Stockett
You is kind. You is smart. You is important. -Kathryn Stockett
No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens. -Kathryn Stockett
Rich folk don't try so hard -Kathryn Stockett
Eres buena, eres lista, eres importante. -Kathryn Stockett
He needs
But I do not know what to tell myself. Stuart needs
Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious -Kathryn Stockett
All I'm saying is, kindness don't have no boundaries. -Kathryn Stockett
You're gon' have to say to your self, am I gon' believe what them fools say about me today? -Kathryn Stockett
The first time I was ever called ugly, I was thirteen. It was a rich friend of my brother Carlton's over to shoot guns in the field. 'Why you crying, girl?' Constantine asked me in the kitchen. I told her what the boy had called me, tears streaming down my face. 'Well? Is you?' I blinked, paused my crying. 'Is I what?' 'Now you look a here, Egenia'-because constantien was the only one who'd occasionally follow Mama's rule. 'Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person. Is you one a them peoples?' 'I don't know. I don't think so, ' I sobbed. Constantine sat down next to me, at the kitchen table. I heard the cracking of her swollen joints. She pressed her thumb hard in the palm of my hand, somthing we both knew meant Listen. Listen to me. 'Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision.' Constantine was so close, I could see the blackness of her gums. 'You gone have to ask yourself, Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?' She kept her thumb pressed hard in my hand. I nodded that I understood. I was just smart enough to realize she meant white people. And even though I still felt miserable, and knew that I was, most likely, ugly, it was the first time she ever talked to me like I was something besides my mother's white child. 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.

Kathryn Stockett
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