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They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers in the palm would stay aboveground forever.
- Toni Morrison
if she wishes to be American—to be known as such and to actually belong—she must become a thing unimaginable in her home country: she must become white.
- Toni Morrison
I have been told that there are two human responses to the perception of chaos: naming and violence. . . There is, however, a third response to chaos, which I have not heard about, which is stillness. Such stillness can be passivity and dumbfoundedness; it can be paralytic fear. But it can also be art.
- Toni Morrison
But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.
- Toni Morrison
If ever there came a morning when mercy and simple good fortune took to their heels and fled, grace alone might have to do.
- Toni Morrison
Janie had robbed him of his illusion of irresistible maleness that all men cherish, which was terrible. The thing that Saul's daughter had done to David. But Janie had done worse...
- Toni Morrison
Together the old man and the boy sat on the grass and shared the heart of the watermelon. The nasty-sweet guts of the earth.
- Toni Morrison
A perfect thing is not everything.
- Toni Morrison
To the two who gave me life and the one who made me free
- Toni Morrison
She spent her days, her tendril, sap-green days, walking up and down, up and down, her head jerking to the beat of a drummer so distant only she could hear. Elbows bent, hands on shoulders, she flailed her arms like a bird in an eternal, grotesquely futile effort to fly.
- Toni Morrison
she was the dumbest bitch on the planet.
- Toni Morrison
She knew it was there, would always be there, but she needed to confirm its presence. Like the keeper of the lighthouse and the prisoner, she regarded it as a mooring, a checkpoint, some stable visual object that assured her that the world was still there; that this was life and not a dream. That she was alive somewhere, inside, which she acknowledged to be true only because a thing she knew intimately was out there, outside herself.
- Toni Morrison