The Color Purple

by Alice Walker

But I don’t know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.

Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me. And I think all the other folks did too. They come to church to share God, not find God.

I try to teach my heart not to want nothing it can’t have.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.