Rich folk don't try so hard.

Kathryn Stockett

Kathryn Stockett

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

Rich folk don't try so hard. Kathryn Stockett

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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.

It's mighty strange, without a doubt Nobody knows you when you're down and out.

Saying thank you, when you really mean it, when you remember what someone done for you-she shakes her head, stares down at the scratched table-it's so good.

Why? Why are you hitting me?

All I'm saying is, kindness don't have no boundaries.

We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.

I slip off my flats and walk down the front porch steps, while Mother calls out for me to put my shoes back on, threatening ringworm, mosquito, encephalitis. The inevitability of death by no shoes. Death by no husband.

She hug me around my neck, say, "You're righter than Miss Taylor." I tear up then. My cup is spilling over. Those is new words to me.

I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

I'm sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant, or were you just born stupid?

I don't regret it, but I don't feel quite as lucky anymore.

I tell myself that's what you get when you put thirty-one toilets on the most popular girl's front yard. People tend to treat you a little differently than before.

Don't waste your time on obvious things. Write about what disturbs you, particularly if it bothers no one else.

And it's a strange thing happening here cause nobody saying nothing and we still managing to have us a conversation.