But her brain was not interested in the future. Loaded with the past and hungry for more, it left her no room… — 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
It had been the longest time since she had had a rib-scraping laugh. She had forgotten how deep and down it could… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
The past is interesting to me because it's been dumbed down or flattened out, or academically nitpicked so you can't get any… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I'm interested in the way in which the past affects the present and I think that if we understand a good deal… — 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
