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
Where do you get the right to decide our lives? I'll tell you where. From that little hog's gut that hangs between… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Well, feel this, why don't you? Feel how it feels to have a bed to sleep in and somebody there not worrying… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
It hit her like a sledgehammer, and it was then that she knew what to feel. A liquid trail of hate flooded… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Risky, thought Paul D, very risky. For a used-to-be-slave woman to love anything that much was dangerous, especially if it was her… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
A man ain't nothing but a man. But a son? Well, now, that's somebody — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
To get to a place where you could love anything you chose--not to need permission for desire--well now _that_ was freedom. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Listening to the doves in Alfred, Georgia, and having neither the right nor the permission to enjoy it because in that place… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
And talking about dark! You think dark is just one color, but it ain't. There're five or six kinds of black. Some… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
True the Black woman did the housework, the drudgery; true, she reared the children, often alone, but she did all of that… — 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
If you take racism away from certain people - I mean, vitriolic racism as well as the sort of social racist -… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we… — 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
