At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“...because slave life had "busted her legs, back, head, eyes, hands, kidneys, womb and tongue," she had nothing left to make a… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Most of our lives are spent in little towns, little towns all throughout the country. That's where we live. And that's where… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
This is the time for every artist in every genre to do what he or she does loudly and consistently. It doesn't… — 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
“Sky provided the only drama, and counting on a Cincinnati horizon for life’s principal joy was reckless indeed. So” — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“I can't tell you how I felt when my father died. But I was able to write Song of Solomon and imagine,… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Although each of her nurses was markedly different from the others in looks, dress, manner of speech, food and medical preferences, their… — 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
