For a long time I was convinced that the conflict between Jewish people and black people in this country was a media event.

Never 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.

Only her tight, tight eyes were left. They were always left...They were everything. Everything was there, in them...Thrown, in this way, into the binding conviction that only a miracle could relieve her, she would never know her beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other people.

Like Guitar in Son of Solomon, and Son in Tar Baby, he believed that harmony could never exist between the races.

It's always seemed to me that black people's grace has been with what they do with language. In Lorrain, Ohio, when I was a child, I went to school with and heard the stories of Mexicans, Italians, and Greeks, and I listened. I remember their language, and a lot of it is marvelous. But when I think of things my mother or father or aunts used to say, it seems the most absolutely striking thing in the world.

I wish I’d a knowed more people. I would of loved ‘em all. If I’d a knowed more, I would a loved more

you got two feet, Sethe, not four." he said, and right then a forest sprang up between them; tactless and quiet.