The day your child says she hates you, and every child will go through the phase, it kicks like a foot in the stomach.
Kathryn StockettIt seems like at some point you'd run out of awful.
Kathryn StockettI'm sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant?
Kathryn Stockett- Um dia, um marciano sábio vem à terra para ensinar umas coisinhas às pessoas - começo.
- Um marciano? De que tamanho?
-Oh, mais ou menos um metro e noventa.
-Como é que se chama?
- Marciano Luther King.
(...)
- Era um marciano muito simpatico, o senhor King. Era parecido connosco, nariz, boca, cabelo na cabeça, mas algumas pessoas olhavam para ele de maneira estranha e, bem às vezes acho que as pessoas eram mesmo más.
(...)
- Porquê Aibee? Porque eram maus para ele?
- Porque ele era verde.
Stichwörter: martin-luther-king
(...) Acho que foi quando percebi o que era a vergonha e também qual era a sua cor. A vergonha não é preta, como a sujidade, como eu sempre pensei que era. A vergonha é da cor de uma farda branca, nova, que a tua mãe engomou toda a noite para poder pagar, ainda branca, sem uma nódoa ou uma pinta de sujidade de trabalho.
Kathryn StockettStichwörter: vergonha
Babies like fat. Like to bury they face up in you armpit and go to sleep. They like big fat legs too. That I know.
Kathryn StockettIt 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.
Kathryn StockettStichwörter: sadness depression bitterness
I haven’t had the chance to look at too many men’s faces up close. And I noticed how his skin was thicker than mine, and a gorgeous shade of toast. The stiff blond hairs on his cheeks and chin seemed to be growing before my eyes. He smelled like starch. Like pine. His nose wasn’t so pointy afterall. …And out of the blue, he kissed me. Right in the middle of the Robert E. Lee Hotel Restaurant, he kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body-my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light.
Kathryn StockettStichwörter: men kissing first-love
That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls of my house….Took three months before I even looked out the window, see the world still there. I was surprised to see the world didn’t stop.
Kathryn StockettStichwörter: sadness loneliness tragedy
....I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.
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