In my mother's church, everybody read the Bible and it was mostly about music. My mother had the most beautiful voice I… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
She is convinced that when language dies, out of carelessness, disuse, indifference and absence of esteem, or killed by fiat, not only… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth: the time of the… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother’s voice took all of the grief out of the words and left… — 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
