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

by Alice Walker

Only the sky above us do we hold in common. I look at it often as if, somehow, reflected from its immensities, I will one day find myself gazing into your eyes.

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.

Man corrupt everything, say Shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He try to make you think he everywhere. Soon as you think he everywhere, you think he God. But he ain’t. Whenever you trying to pray, and man plop himself on the other end of it, tell him to git lost, say Shug. Conjure up flowers, wind, water, a big rock.

But this hard work, let me tell you. He been there so long, he don’t want to budge. He threaten lightening, floods and earthquakes. Us fight. I hardly pray at all. Every time I conjure up a rock, I throw it.

Shug say, Albert. Try to think like you got some sense. Why any woman give a shit what people think is a mystery to me.

I curse you, I say. What that mean? he say. I say, Until you do right by me, everything you touch will crumble.

The jail you plan for me is the one in which you will rot, I say.

None of us ever seen the ocean,

WHY DID THEY ADD THE OCEAN IN THE MOVIE ?

Even thought you had the trees with you. The whole earth. The stars. But look at you. When Shug left, happiness desert.