Alice Walker
Alice Walker
Alice Malsenior Walkeris an American novelist, short story writer, poet, and activist. She wrote the critically acclaimed novel The Color Purplefor which she won the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. She also wrote Meridian and The Third Life of Grange Copeland, among other works...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 February 1944
CityEatonton, GA
CountryUnited States of America
like-love giving
Freedom, after all, is like love: the more you give to others, the more you have.
writing sides jazz
There's an ecstatic side to writing. It's like jazz. It just has a life.
bisexual curious
I am not lesbian, I am not bisexual, I am not straight. I am just curious
children animal adults
human animals and nonhuman animals can communicate quite well; if we are brought up around animals as children we take this for granted. By the time we are adults we no longer remember.
girl giving dear-god
Dear God...I have always been a good girl. Maybe you can give me a sign letting me know what is happening to me.
people life-is
Not everyone's life is what they make it. Some people's life is what other people make it.
curiosity mind natural
Curiosity is my natural state and has led me headlong into every worthwhile experience (never mind the others) I have ever had.
daughter mother teaching
I think mothers and daughters are meant to give birth to each other, over and over; that is why our challenges to each other are so fierce; that is why, when love and trust have not been too badly blemished or destroyed, the teaching and learning one from the other is so indelible and bittersweet. We daughters must risk losing the only love we instinctively feel we can't live without in order to be who we are, and I am convinced this sends a message to our mothers to break their own chains, though they may be anchored in prehistory and attached to their own great grandmothers' hearts.
god thinking world
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 sometimes it just manifest itself even if you not looking, or don't know what you looking for. Trouble do it for most folks, I think. ... Yeah, It. God ain't a he or a she, but a It.
hair left-alone wanted
Eventually I knew what hair wanted; it wanted to be itself ... to be left alone by anyone, including me, who did not love it as it was.
pain people unity
No matter how hidden the cruelty, no matter how far off the screams of pain and terror, we live in one world. We are one people.
passion new-ventures track
before I embark on any new venture, I ask myself: will the joy of doing this make me lose track of any concern for time? If the answer is yes, I proceed!
suicide writing world
Writing poems is my way of celebrating with the world that I have not committed suicide the evening before.
self likes kind
I'm the kind of woman that likes to enjoy herselves in peace.