Rule Number One for working for a white lady, Minny: it is nobody’s business. You keep your nose out of your White Lady’s problems, you don’t go crying to her with yours—you can’t pay the light bill? Your feet are too sore? Remember one thing: white people are not your friends. They don’t want to hear about it. And when Miss White Lady catches her man with the lady next door, you keep out of it, you hear me?

It can be really powerful to write something when youre sad.

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.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

Got to be the worst place in the world, inside a oven. You in here, you either cleaning or you getting cooked.

No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.

...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?