Alice Walker

I don’t know nothing, I think. And glad of it.

Activism is the rent I pay for living on the planet.

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

They calls me yellow like yellow be my name. They calls me yellow like yellow be my name. But if yellow is a name Why aint black the same. Well, if I say Hey black girl Lord, she try to ruin my game.

I think Africans are very much like white people back home, in that they think they are the center of the universe and that everything that is done is done for them.

The animals of the world exist for their own reasons. They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for whites or women for men.

The world is changing, I said. It is no longer a world just for boys and men.

He has told me he likes men as well as he likes women, which seems only natural, he says, since he is the offspring of two sexes as well as two races. No one is surprised he is biracial; why should they be surprised he is bisexual? This is an explanation I have never heard and cannot entirely grasp; it seems too logical for my brain.

The harm that you do to others is the harm that you do to yourself and you cannot think then that you can cause wars in other parts of the world and destroy people and drone them without this having a terrible impact on your own soul and your own consciousness.

I felt in Georgia and on the east coast generally very squeezed. People have so many hang-ups about how other people live their lives. People always want to keep you in a little box or they need to label you and fix you in time and location. I feel a greater fluidity here. People are much more willing to accept that nothing is permanent, everything is changeable so there is freedom and I do need to live where I can be free.

I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.

We know a roofleaf is not Jesus Christ, but in its own humble way, is it not God?

The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any.

But please remember, especially in these times of group-think and the right-on chorus, that no person is your friend (or kin) who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow and be perceived as fully blossomed as you were intended.

Niggers going to Africa, he said to his wife. Now I have seen everything.