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

by Alice Walker

I look at women, tho, cause I’m not scared of them.

I make myself wood. I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That’s how come I know trees fear man.

“Hard times” is a phrase the English love to use, when speaking of Africa. And it is easy to forget that Africa’s “hard times” were made harder by them.

It is in work that the women get to know and care about each other.

Why any woman give a shit what people think is a mystery to me.

Well, you know wherever there’s a man, there’s trouble.

She say you think your way as good as anybody else’s. Plus, it yours.

Not if it make us crazy, say Sofia. It hard enough to get by without being a fool.

You know a little drink now and then never hurt nobody, but when you can’t git started without asking the bottle, you in trouble.

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

Just cause I love her don’t take away none of her rights.

Who am I to tell her who to love? My job just to love her good and true myself.

If she come, I be happy. If she don’t, I be content.

DEAR EVERYTHING.