He beat me like he beat the children. Cept he don't never hardly beat them. He say, Celie, git the belt. The children be outside the room peeking through the cracks. It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood. I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how come I know trees fear man.
Alice WalkerYou know a little drink now and then never hurt nobody, but when you can't git started without asking the bottle, you in trouble.
Alice WalkerOh, Celie, unbelief is a terrible thing. And so is the hurt we cause others unknowingly.
Alice WalkerWell, sometime Mr —— git on me pretty hard. I have to talk to Old Maker. But he my husband. I shrug my shoulders. This life soon be over, I say. Heaven last all ways. You ought to bash Mr —— head open, she say. Think bout heaven later.
Alice WalkerLove is big; love can hold anger, love can even hold hatred. It's about the intention of what you want it to do.
Alice Walker