In my mother's church, everybody read the Bible and it was mostly about music. My mother had the most beautiful voice I… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
It hit her like a sledgehammer, and it was then that she knew what to feel. A liquid trail of hate flooded… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Long before I was a success, my parents made me feel like I could be one. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
For a long time I was convinced that the conflict between Jewish people and black people in this country was a media… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
The idea of a wanton woman is something I have inserted into almost all of my books. An outlaw figure who is… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
If a Negro got legs he ought to use them. Sit down too long, somebody will figure out a way to tie… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Sweet, she thought. He must think I can't bear to hear him say it. That after all I have told him and… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
In fact her maturity and blood kinship converted her passion to fever, so it was more affliction than affection. It literally knocked… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
You looking good." "Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Schools must stop being holding pens to keep energetic young people off the job market and off the streets. We stretch puberty… — 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
