Where do you get the right to decide our lives? I'll tell you where. From that little hog's gut that hangs between… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
It's bliss when you give up all that stuff that separates you from other human beings. It's hard, but you break down… — 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
To be given dominion over another is a hard thing; to wrest dominion over another is a wrong thing; to give dominion… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
How come it can’t fly no better than a chicken?’ Milkman asked. Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
One has to work very carefully with what is in between the words. What is not said. Which is measure, which is… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
A friend gathers all the pieces and gives them back in the right order. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Gimme hate, Lord,” he whimpered. “I’ll take hate any day. But don’t give me love. I can’t take no more love, Lord.… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Beginning 'Beloved' with numerals rather than spelled out numbers, it was my intention to give the house an identity separate from the… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
If you want to fly, you have to give up the things that weigh you down. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
There's a contract that I make between myself, the author, and the reader. I have to figure out how to give the… — 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