All Toni Morrison Quotes
- Some Native American writers enjoy being called Native American writers. American
- You marvel at the economy and this choice of words. How many ways can you describe the sky and the moon? After Sylvia Plath, what… Choice
- I don't think anybody cares about unwed mothers unless they're black or poor. The question is not morality, the question is money. That's what we're… Anybody
- I merged those two words, black and feminist, because I was surrounded by black women who were very tough and and who always assumed they… Always Assumed
- Women's rights is not only an abstraction, a cause; it is also a personal affair. It is not only about us; it is also about… Abstraction
- One of my kids was born in 1968. There were going to be political difficulties, but they were never going to have that level of… Born
- And talking about dark! You think dark is just one color, but it ain't. There're five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly.… Another Saying
- ...the change was adjustment without improvement. Adjustment
- if they put an iron circle around your neck I will bite it away Bite
- Alice thought, No. It wasn't the War and the disgruntled veterans; it wasn't the droves and droves of colored people flocking to paychecks and streets… Alice
- There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up, holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the… Alive
- I know what every colored woman in this country is doing... Dying. Just like me. But the difference is they dying like a stump. Me,… Colored
- Lonely was much better than alone. Alone
- Like any artist without an art form, she became dangerous. Any
- They encouraged you to put some of your weight in their hands and soon as you felt how light and lovely it was, they studied… Encouraged
- Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be. Conversation
- A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or… Bleak
- Sunk in the grass of an empty lot on a spring Saturday, I split the stems of milkweed and thought about ants and peach pits… Ants
- How come it can’t fly no better than a chicken?’ Milkman asked. Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can’t nobody… All
- To get to a place where you could love anything you chose--not to need permission for desire--well now _that_ was freedom. Chose
- Love is never any better than the lover. Any
- It was becoming a habit-this concentration on things behind him. Almost as though there were no future to be had. *Milkman* Becoming
- When am I happy and when am I sad and what is the difference? What do I need to know to stay alive? What is… Alive
- He wants to put his story next to hers. Beloved
- There in the center of that silence was not eternity but the death of time and a loneliness so profound the word itself had no… Center