The Color Purple (The Color Purple Collection, #1)

by Alice Walker

Bust her out, say Harpo. Git some dynamite off the gang that’s building that big bridge down the road, blow the whole prison to kingdom come.

But what was good tween us must have been nothing but bodies, she say.

Good-bye until the next time, dear Celie, from a pitiful, castout woman who may perish during the rainy season. Your loving sister, Nettie

This Daisy, he say. My new wife. Why, say Shug, you don’t look more than fifteen. I ain’t, say Daisy.

Oh, Celie, unbelief is a terrible thing. And so is the hurt we cause others unknowingly.

They come to church to share God, not find God.

Tell me what your God look like, Celie.

God is inside you and inside everybody else. You come into the world with God. But only them that search for it inside find it.

How can you be dead if I still feel you? Maybe, like God, you changed into something different that I’ll have to speak to in a different way, but you not dead to me Nettie.

I have love and I have been love.

I feel a little peculiar round the children. For one thing, they grown. And I see they think me and Nettie and Shug and Albert and Samuel and Harpo and Sofia and Jack and Odessa real old and don’t know much what going on. But I don’t think us feel old at all. And us so happy. Matter of fact, I think this the youngest us ever felt.