What will people say, you running off to Memphis like you don't have a house to look after?Shug say, Albert. Try to think like you got some sense. Why any woman give a shit what people think is a...

Here's the thing, say Shug. The thing I believe. 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. And some-times it just...

I believe God is everything, say Shug. Everything that is or ever was or ever will be. And when you can feel that, and be happy to feel that, you've found It.

Like I said...fine with me.

Listen, God love everything you love - and a mess of stuff you don't. But more than anything. God loves admiration. You saying God vain? I ast.Naw, she say. Not vain, just wanting to share a good...

Every time I conjure up a rock, I throw it.

What you hope for, you also fear.

The Olinka girls do not believe girls should be educated. When I asked a mother why she thought this, she said: A girl is nothing to herself; only to her husband can she become something.What can she...

Who am I to tell her who to love? My job just to love her good and true myself. P. 237

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.

{a womanist}3. Loves music. Loves dance. Loves the moon. Loves the Spirit. Loves love and food and roundness. Loves struggle. Loves the Folk. Loves herself. Regardless.

Surely the earth can be savedby all the peoplewho insiston love.

Be nobody's darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around You like a shawl, To parry stones To keep you warm. Watch the people succumb To madness With ample cheer; Let...

Listen, God love everything you love - and a mess of stuff you don't. But more than anything else, God love admiration.You saying God vain? I ast.Naw, she say. Not vain, just wanting to share a good...

Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to get attention we do, except walk?

Tea to the English is really a picnic indoors.

I'm pore, I'm black, I may be ugly and can't cook, a voice say to everything listening. But I'm here.

Never offer your heartto someone who eats heartswho finds heartmeatdeliciousbut not rarewho sucks the juicesdrop by dropand bloody-chinne