Minny: "Eat my shit."
Hilly: "Excuse me?"
Minny: "I said eat...my...shit."
Hilly: "Have you lost your mind?"
Minny: "No ma'am, but you about to, cause you just did."
*Minny eyes the pie*
Hilly: "Did...What?"
*Minny eyes pie again, Missus Walters gasping and laughing, Hilly eyes pie then gags and runs off*
Missus Walters: "And you didn't just eat one, you ate TWO slices!"
*Minny runs off*
Missus Walters: "RUN, MINNY, RUUN!!"
*She says this while laughing*
Minny: "Isn't Mister Johnny gonna wonder how the foods so good?"
Celia: "You're right..."
*silence*
Celia: "Maybe we should burn the chicken a little...?"
Minny: "...Minny don't burn chicken.
I never once heard her say she gone leave Leroy, and Minny don't say things twice. When she do things, they done the first time.
Kathryn StockettTags: inspirational
I set her on her wooden baby seat so her little hiney don't fall in and soon as I turn my back, she off that pot running.
Kathryn StockettNever give up. The same manuscript may appeal to one agent and not to another. It's a matter of taste, and it's all about the writing.
What if I had give up at 15? Or 40? Or even 60?
The point is, I can't tell you how to succeed. But I can tell you how not to: Give in to the shame of being rejected and put your manuscript—or painting, song, voice, dance moves—in the coffin that is your bedside drawer and close it for good. I guarantee you that it won't take you anywhere.
I nursed a worthless, pint drinker for twelve years and when my lazy, life-sucking, daddy finally died, I swore to God with tears in my eyes I'd never marry one. And then I did.
Kathryn StockettTags: note-worthy
Baby Girl,” I say. “I need you to remember everything I told you. Do you remember what I told you?”
She still crying steady, but the hiccups is gone. “To wipe my bottom good when I’m done?”
“No, baby, the other. About what you are.”
I look deep into her rich brown eyes and she look into mine. Law, she got old-soul eyes, like she done lived a thousand years. And I swear I see, down inside, the woman she gone grow up to be. A flash from the future. She is tall and straight. She is proud. She got a better haircut. And she is remembering the words I put in her head. Remembering as a full grown woman.
And then she say it, just like I need her to. “You is kind,” she say, “you is smart. You is important.
I don't regret it, but I don't feel quite as lucky anymore.
Kathryn StockettI used to be a good fighter." She looks out along the boxwoods, wipes off her sweat with her palm. "If you'd known me ten years ago..."
She's got no goo on her face, her hair's not sprayed, her nightgown's like an old prairie dress. She takes a deep breath through her nose and I see it. I see the white-trash girl she was ten years ago. She was strong. She didn't take no shit from nobody.
I looked after that Dudley family for too long, over six years. His daddy would take him to the garage and whip him with a rubber hose-pipe trying to beat the girl out a that boy until I couldn't stand it no more.... I wish to God I'd told John Green Dudley he ain't going to hell. That he ain't no sideshow freak cause he like boys. I wish to God I'd filled his ears with good things like I'm trying to do with Mae Mobley. Instead, I just sat in the kitchen, waiting to put the salve on them hose-pipe welts.
Kathryn StockettTags: homosexuality regrets homosexuality-masculinity
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