She got a long pointed nose and big fleshy mouth. Lips look like black plum. Eyes big, glossy. Feverish. And mean. Like, sick as she is, if a snake cross her path, she kill it

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

Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.

It didn't take long to realize I didn't hardly know nothing. And that if you ast yourself why you black or a man or a woman or a bush it don't mean nothing if you don't ast why you here, period

But it ain't easy, trying to do without God even if you know he ain't there, trying to do without him is a strain

Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.

Now. Is this life or not?I be so calm.If she come, I be happy. If she don’t, I be content.And then I figure this the lesson I was suppose to learn.

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

Sofia the kind of woman no matter what she have in her hand she make it look like a weapon.

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.

It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how I come to know trees fear man.

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

We are all of the same substance, the same life. Though there are many differences between us, those are merely the shadows that delineate our boundaries. Our light is the same.

Actually, my dog I think is the only person who consistently loves me all the time.

I'm always telling my students that the weirdest thing is the truth. I mean, the fact that we get up in the morning and put on clothes is weird.

If you look at everything straight on, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Our procedures of deliberation are not ways of finding out independent moral truths but instead ways of "constructing" these truths, in the process of deciding what to do.

The wind in a man's face makes him wise.

We all either work for rich people or we sell stuff to rich people, so just punishing rich people is as bad for the economy as punishing anyone. Let's not punish anyone.

I go through about two Fender mediums a night because I don't pick straight down; it's sort of sideways, and it shaves them off.

Indeed in my blue and white Sheffield Wednesday heart I applauded and supported his loyalty.