All she saw, down in the cellar well beneath the stoop, was a light yellow feather with a tip of green. And… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Nothing could be taken for granted. Women who loved you tried to cut your throat, while women who didn't even know your… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I couldn't bear to have people mispronounce my name. But the person I was was this person who was called Chloe. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
My theory is that the world is a difficult place to live in and distraction is the name of the game. — 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
Sometimes the names were humiliating, deliberately so. Somebody would pick out your flaw. If you were little, they would call you Shorty.… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Make up a story... For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Occasionally, as children, we might figure out how to call somebody a name, and they would figure out how to call us.… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
What I think the political correctness debate is really about is the power to be able to define. The definers want the… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
When you know your name, you should hang on to it, for unless it is noted down and remembered, it will die… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I remember a very important lesson that my father gave me when I was twelve or thirteen. He said, "You know, today… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. Language alone is meditation. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I don't think I knew any of my father's friends - male friends - by their real names. I remember them only… — 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
