He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. ‘You your best thing, Sethe. You are.’ His holding fingers are holding hers. ‘Me? Me?
Toni MorrisonI'm a writer in the world. I translate the confusion that I might feel, the dread that I know I feel, moving towards some other place, moving away from puny language, from all that dread into some other kind of language.
Toni MorrisonI wish I’d a knowed more people. I would of loved ‘em all. If I’d a knowed more, I would a loved more
Toni Morrison