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 the flowers, wind, water, a big rock.
Alice WalkerShe say, Celie, tell the truth, have you ever found God in church? I never did. I just found a bunch of folks hoping for him to show.
Alice WalkerWherever I have knocked, a door has opened. Wherever I have wandered, a path has appeared.
Alice Walker