Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystalize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
“2)"Even though this planet is round, there are just too many spots where you can find yourself hanging on to the edge just like… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
The intelligence community, for the most part, has no accountability at all; to the Congress, to us the American people, and so they feel… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
I don't believe that life is supposed to make you feel good, or make you feel miserable either. Life is just supposed to make… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
They all trying to say something with music that you can't say with plain talk. There ain't really no words for love or pain.… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
Not only is your story worth telling, but it can be told in words so painstakingly eloquent that it becomes a song. — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
“I was so busy enjoying the change in you, I didn't notice it in myself.” — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
“I never dreamed that she meant lights. Sparkling. Shimmering. Waves of light. We could see them from the front of the cafe. Besides the few customers, everyone who lived on the street was gathered inside. And I mean everyone, even strange little Esther. She'd squeezed herself into the darkest corner of the room, sitting on the floor with her arms… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share
There's something hypocritical about a city that keeps half of its population underground half of the time; you can start believing that there's much… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
