I love folks. Amen

That’s why the bible says that Jesus Christ had hair like lamb’s wool.

First time somebody made something and name it after me.

Some folks didn’t have him to share, I said. They the ones didn’t speak to me while I was there struggling with my big belly and Mr. children.

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

Look like when I open my mouth the air rush in and shape words.

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

So I am an object of pity and contempt, I thought, to men and women alike.

Take off they pants, I say, and men look like frogs to me. No matter how you kiss ’em, as far as I’m concern, frogs is what they stay.