Mississippi is like my mother. I am allowed to complain about her all I want, but God help the person who raises an ill word about her around me, unless she is their mother too.
Kathryn StockettAnd why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.
Kathryn StockettThis woman talk like she from so deep in the country she got corn growing in her shoes.
Kathryn Stockett