Do not be offended, Sister Nettie, but our people pity women such as you who are cast out, we know not from where, into a world unknown to you, where you must struggle all alone, for yourself.

anathema

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

But if God love me, Celie, I don’t have to do all that. Unless I want to. There’s a lot of other things I can do that I speck God likes.

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.

Anyway, when I don’t write to you I feel as bad as I do when I don’t pray, locked up in myself and choking on my own heart.

My head droop so it near bout in my glass.

Anyhow, I say, the God I been praying and writing to is a man. And act just like all the other mens I know. Trifling, forgitful and lowdown.

Anybody else colored he try to call ’em auntie or something. First time he try that with Sofia she ast him which colored man his mama sister marry.