Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence.
Toni MorrisonGirl, I got my mind. And what goes on in it. Which is to say, I got me...my lonely is mine.
Toni MorrisonWho's Got Game? The Ant or the Grasshopper? The Lion or the Mouse? Poppy or the Snake?
Toni Morrison