Lonely, ain't it? Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.
Toni MorrisonNo gasp at a miracle that is truly miraculous because the magic lies in the fact that you knew it was there for you all along.
Toni MorrisonIn becoming an American, from Europe, what one has in common with that other immigrant is contempt for me-it's nothing else but color.
Toni MorrisonNever did he once consider directing his hatred toward the hunters. Such an emotion would have destroyed him ... His subconscious knew what his min did not guess-that hating them would have consumed him, burned him up like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash and a question mark of smoke.
Toni Morrison