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.

He let out a long sorry sigh and I love that look on his face, that disappointment. I understand now why girls resist,just for that sweet look of regret.

That's what I love about Aibileen, she can take the most complicated things in life and wrap them up so small and simple, they'll fit right in your pocket.

And you call yourself a Christian,' were Hilly's words to me and I thought, God. When did I ever do that?

And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.

I have decided not to die.

Bosoms are for bedrooms and breastfeeding.