Sunk in the grass of an empty lot on a spring Saturday, I split the stems of milkweed and thought about ants… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
When a child walks in the room, your child or anybody else’s child, do your eyes light up? That’s what they’re looking… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
All the books that were being published by African-American guys were saying 'screw whitey', or some variation of that. Not the scholars… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Pain. I seem to have an affection, a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightning, little rivulets of thunder. And I… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
You looked at me then like you knew me, and I thought it really was Eden, and I couldn't take your eyes… — 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
“They had stared at her with great uncomprehending eyes. Eyes that questioned nothing and asked everything. Unblinking and unabashed, they stared up… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
My daddy's face is a study. Winter moves into it and presides there. His eyes become a cliff of snow threatening to… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
If he looked into her face, he would see those haunted, loving eyes. The hauntedness would irritate him - the love would… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Only her tight, tight eyes were left. They were always left...They were everything. Everything was there, in them...Thrown, in this way, into… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Life that crawled, life that slunk and crept and never closed its eyes. Life that burrowed and scurried, and life so still… — 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
