Quote by Alice Walker

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 thing. I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.What it do when it pissed off? I ast.Oh, it make something else. People think pleasing God is all God care about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.


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Summary

In this quote, the speaker is engaged in a conversation about God's nature with another person. The speaker explains that God loves everything that people love, even things that people may not appreciate or value. However, the speaker emphasizes that above all, God loves admiration. They then pose a question, asking if God is vain. The response is that God is not vain, but rather wants to share good things with people. The speaker then speculates that it angers God if people fail to notice and appreciate the beauty around them, suggesting that when God is angry, they create something else. Additionally, the speaker challenges the common belief that pleasing God is the only thing that matters to God, arguing that God also tries to please humanity in return.

By Alice Walker
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