“You're in trouble,' she says, yawning. 'Deep, deep trouble. Can't rival the dead for love. Lose every time.” — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“My melancholy thoughts are back. But I still love the idea of love.” — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“I didn't even know his name. And if I didn't know his name then there is nothing I did know and I… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Nobody loved her and she wouldn’t have liked it if they had, she considered love a serious disability. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“She told them that the only grace they could have was the grace they could imagine. That if they could not see… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“But the picking out, the choosing. Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love,… — 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
