Kathryn Stockett
Kathryn Stockett
Kathryn Stockett is an American novelist. She is known for her 2009 debut novel, The Help, which is about African-American maids working in white households in Jackson, Mississippi, during the 1960s...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
stupid light glowing
I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would've been Constantine's voice singing. If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.
girl goes-on remember
No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.
relationship break-up breakup
Stuart needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.
world cleaning ovens
Got to be the worst place in the world, inside a oven. You in here, you either cleaning or you getting cooked.
children hate feet
The day your child says she hates you, and every child will go through the phase, it kicks like a foot in the stomach.
running awful seems
It seems like at some point you'd run out of awful.
littles chickens feels
Frying chicken always makes me feel a little better about life.
sorry infant im-sorry
I'm sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant?
mother fun kissing
I give in and light another cigarette even though last night the surgeon general came on the television set and shook his finger at everybody, trying to convince us that smoking will kill us. But Mother once told me tongue kissing would turn me blind and I'm starting to think it's all just a big plot between the surgeon general and Mother to make sure no one ever has any fun.
sad depression long
It 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.
eye men light
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.
baby sleep legs
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.
dies decided
I have decided not to die.
tired im-tired
I'm tired of the rules," I say.