“She was short, and even in a good mood she talked like she was half a step away from picking a fight.”

“She was picking a fight because it was Thanksgiving, and she was not thankful.”

“. I’d known from that first time we’d talked on the steps at my dad’s beach house that she was a good girl, and I’d liked that about her – so much.”

“She was getting used to his rhythms and his moods, recognizing the quiet signals that telegraphed who he was. Good and bad, strengths and faults, he was hers forever.As she pulled into the driveway, she spotted Logan coming down the steps from the house, and she waved.She was his forever, too—imperfect as she was. Take it or leave it, she thought. She was who she was.As Logan walked toward her, he smiled as if reading her mind and opened his arms.”

“Granted, she was obviously one lick away from riding the short bus”

“You got to fight them, Celie, she say. I can't do it for you.You got to fight them for yourself.I don't say nothing. I think bout Nettie, dead. She fight, she run away. What good it do? I don't fight, I stay where I'm told. But I'm alive.”