There's something hypocritical about a city that keeps half of its population underground half of the time; you can start believing that… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
In a contest between new technology and old ways of life, it is the traditional rhythms that will hold. Traditional societies make… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
We cannot tell the exact moment a friendship is formed; as in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
“Life's too short to spend time trying to explain the obvious to an idiot.” — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go... And… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
“Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystallize at any given moment at will: a… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
The last time you're doing something - knowing you're doing it for the last - makes it even more alive than the… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystalize at any given moment at will: a… — 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… — Gloria Naylor Copy Share Image
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
