Sophia: I loves Harpo, God knows I do. But I'll kill him dead 'fo I let him beat me.
The Color PurpleCelie: [to Albert] Till you do right by me, everything you even think about gonna' fail.
The Color PurpleSofia: Now you want a dead son-in-law, Mrs. Celie? You just keep on advising him like you doing.
The Color PurpleValentine: Do your dreams come true? The Judge: It's been years since I dreamt something nice.
Three Colors: RedIt has thick skin, and all the most important thinkers have become part of it.
Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl: Wide-Eyed Wonder in God's Spoken WorldThere is no doubt fiction makes a better job of the truth.
Under My Skin: Volume One of My Autobiography, to 1949