There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write,… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
The unflattering reviews are painful for short periods of time; the badly written ones are deeply, deeply insulting. That reviewer took no… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“I didn't plan on either children or writing. Once I realized that writing satisfied me in some enormous way, I had to… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“She became, and her process of becoming was like most of ours: she developed a hatred for things that mystified or obstructed… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“And even later, when for the first time in her life she had lain in bed with a man and said his… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Lying on a ring of onion, a tomato slice exposed its seedy smile, one she remembers to this moment.” — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Let things go so you can maintain in doing your own thing at all times. xDD — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“It had occurred to Pecola some time ago that if her eyes, those eyes that held the pictures, and knew the sights—if… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“...they have the eyes of people who can tell what time it is by the colour of the sky... their eyes do… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
This is the time for every artist in every genre to do what he or she does loudly and consistently. It doesn't… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Oh, they’ll catch them,” said Walters. “Catch ’em? Catch ’em?” Porter was astounded. “You out of your fuckin mind? They’ll catch ’em,… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“You're in trouble,' she says, yawning. 'Deep, deep trouble. Can't rival the dead for love. Lose every time.” — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
All the time, I'm afraid the thing that happened that made it all right for my mother to kill my sister could… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Instead of ignoring her infirmity, pretending it was not there, he made it seem like something special and endearing. For the first… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“He read greedily but understood selectively, choosing the bits and pieces of other men's ideas that supported whatever predilection he had at… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
It was becoming a habit-this concentration on things behind him. Almost as though there were no future to be had. *Milkman* — 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
