“The desire, let alone the gesture,to meet her needs was good enough to loft her spirits to the place where she could… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
A dead language is not only one no longer spoken or written, it is unyielding language content to admire its own paralysis.… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
A little black girl yearns for the blue eyes of a little white girl, and the horror at the heart of her… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
To get to a place where you could love anything you chose--not to need permission for desire--well now _that_ was freedom. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Listening to the doves in Alfred, Georgia, and having neither the right nor the permission to enjoy it because in that place… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I had only one desire: to dismember it. To see of what it was made, to discover the dearness, to find the… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“He had yet to discover what destroyed that desire. But he did not dwell on it. He thought rather of whatever had… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“She led him to the top of the stairs, where light came straight from the sky because the second-story windows of that… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“In Tar Baby , the classic concept of the individual with a solid, coherent identity is eschewed for a model of identity… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Little of that makes for love, but it does pump desire. The woman who churned a man's blood as she leaned all… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Perhaps that's what all human relationships boiled down to: Would you save my life? or would you take it? — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
There, in the center of that silence was not eternity but the death of time and a loneliness so profound the word itself had… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
If you can't count, they can cheat you. If you can't read, they can beat you. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“You looked at them and wondered why the were so ugly; you looked closely and could not find the source. Then you realized that… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
All she saw, down in the cellar well beneath the stoop, was a light yellow feather with a tip of green. And she had… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
For me, Art is the restoration of order. It may discuss all sort of terrible things, but there must be satisfaction at the end.… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Hate does that. Burns off everything but itself, so whatever your grievance is, your face looks just like your enemy's.” — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“You know how a star is supposed to twinkle? We say twinkle because that is how it looks, but when a star feels itself,… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
