“What is the nature of Othering's comfort, its allure, its power (social, psychological, or economical)? Is it the thrill of belonging -… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“I am nothing to you. You say I am wilderness. I am. Is that a tremble on your mouth, in your eye?… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth: the time of the… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“And in all those escapes he could not help being astonished by the beauty of this land that was not his. He… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
The body is ready to have babies. Nature wants it done then, when the body can handle it, not after 40, when… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“She did not tell them to clean up their lives, or go and sin no more. She did not tell them they… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“I was so sure it would happen. That the past was an abused record with no choice but to repeat itself at… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Everywhere, everywhere, children are the scorned people of the earth. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“They hooted and laughed all the way back to the car, teasing Milkman, egging him on to tell more about how scared… — 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
