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
It had been the longest time since she had had a rib-scraping laugh. She had forgotten how deep and down it could… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
It was not death or dying that frightened him, but the unexpectedness of both. In sorting it all out, he hit on… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
The function, the very serious function of racism, is distraction. It keeps you from doing your work. It keeps you explaining, over… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
The men began to trade tales of atrocities, first stories they had heard, then those they'd witnessed, and finally the things that… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
It would be ten years before they saw each other again, and their meeting would be thick with birds. — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
It's important, therefore, to know who the real enemy is, and to know the function, the very serious function of racism, which… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Her mind traveled crooked streets and aimless goat paths, arriving sometimes at profundity, other times at the revelations of a three-year-old. Throughout… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
But Jude,' she would say, 'you knew me. All those days and years, Jude, you knew me. My ways and my hands… — 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
