Well, feel this, why don't you? Feel how it feels to have a bed to sleep in and somebody there not worrying… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I know it's trash: just another story made up to scare wicked females and correct unruly children. But it's all I have.… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Lonely, ain't it? Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Jealousy we understood and thought natural... But envy was a strange, new feeling for us. And all the time we knew that… — 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
When she awoke there was a melody in her head she could not identify or recall ever hearing before. 'Perhaps I made… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
All of us--all who knew her--felt so wholesome after we cleaned ourselves on her. We were so beautiful when we stood astride… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Alice thought, No. It wasn't the War and the disgruntled veterans; it wasn't the droves and droves of colored people flocking to… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I had only one desire: to dismember it. To see of what it was made, to discover the dearness, to find the… — 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
All the time, I'm afraid the thing that happened that made it all right for my mother to kill my sister could… — 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
