Kathryn Stockett Quotes

I hope that anyone I worked with wouldn't exploit our relationship.

I don't play Hollywood maids, the hee-hee kind of people who are so in love with their madam's children they have no time for their own.

Some readers tell me, 'We always treated our maid like she was a member of the family.' You know, that's interesting, but I wonder what your maid's perspective was on that.

I think it is the easiest mentality for a human being to be either colonized or to colonize. The structure of either the slave or the master seems to be the simplest and the most relaxing one to slip into. Either you are a slave, and you don't have to think for yourself, or you're a master, and you don't have to work for yourself.

There're two people in the world that are not likeable: a master and a slave.

I had always been told cooking was a servant's job.

Some secrets are meant to be taken to the grave, and that's what I plan on doing with all mine. They're not necessarily my secrets to tell. I'm the gatekeeper of other people's secrets.

All authority is quite degrading. It degrades those who exercise it, and it degrades those over whom it is exercised.

There is no more contemptible poison than power over one's fellow men.

The natural course of power is to make the many slaves to the few.

Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we’re not going to talk about that, right? Ever?” “Right,” she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. “Never happened.” He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. “Claire—” “I know.” “Lock the door,” he said.

I'm with an old family" was the euphemism used to dignify the professions of white folks' cooks and maids who talked so affectedly among their own kind in Roxbury [Massachusetts] that you couldn't even understand them.

As in the presence of the Master, the Servants are equall, and without any honour at all; So are the Subjects, in the presence of the Soveraign. And though they shine some more, some lesse, when they are out of his sight; yet in his presence, they shine no more than the Starres in presence of the Sun.

Some doors are best left closed.

He who trusts a secret to his servant makes his own man his master.

Can you keep secrets? Can you know a thing and never say it again?

Dead men tell no tales, Mary.

The servant may not look to be in better case than his master.

Man is more disposed to domination than freedom; and a structure of dominion not only gladdens the eye of the master who rears and protects it, but even its servants are uplifted by the thought that they are members of a whole, which rises high above the life and strength of single generations.

The whole of our civilization is founded on specialization, which implies the enslavement of those who execute to those who coordinate.

If a man keeps his trap shut, the world will beat a path to his door.

Ministers and merchants love nobody.

As racial, economic and national groups, they take for themselves, whatever their power can command.

I have never lied, “ Mr. Barris counters, standing as well. “I do not share what I am not at liberty to say. I gave my word and I intend to keep it but I have never lied to you. You never even asked me, you assumed I knew nothing.

There were always more Negroes in the field than there was Negroes in the house. The Negro in the field caught hell. He ate leftovers. In the house they ate high up on the hog. The Negro in the field didn't get nothing but what was left of the insides of the hog. They call 'em "chitt'lin'" nowadays. In those days they called them what they were: guts. That's what you were -- a gut-eater. And some of you all still gut-eaters.