“Well, it probably won't live. They say the way her mama beat her she lucky to be alive herself. She be lucky… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“And the lives of these old black women were synthesized in their eyes- a puree of tragedy and humor, wickedness and serenity,… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“This soil is bad for certain kinds of flowers. Certain seeds it will not nurture, certain fruit it will not bear, and… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“When I first seed Cholly, I want you to know it was like all the bits of color from that time down… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“They come from Mobile. Aiken. From Newport News. From Marietta. From Meridian. And the sounds of these places in their mouths make… — 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
