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
Everything depends on knowing how much,” she said, and “Good is knowing when to stop. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
I laughed but before I could agree with the hairdressers that she was crazy, she said, 'What's the world for if you… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
you got two feet, Sethe, not four." he said, and right then a forest sprang up between them; tactless and quiet. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
All the books that were being published by African-American guys were saying 'screw whitey', or some variation of that. Not the scholars… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
The formula for creative writing in high school or college is write what you know. And I said they don't know nothing.… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
One has to work very carefully with what is in between the words. What is not said. Which is measure, which is… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
But maybe a man was nothing but a man, which is what Baby Suggs always said. They encouraged you to put some… — 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
But Jude,' she would say, 'you knew me. All those days and years, Jude, you knew me. My ways and my hands… — 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
