At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don't need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens — that letting go — you let go because you can.
Toni MorrisonI wanted to separate color from race. Distinguishing color - light, black, in-between - as the marker for race is really an error.
Toni MorrisonMy daddy's face is a study. Winter moves into it and presides there. His eyes become a cliff of snow threatening to avalanche, his eyebrows bend like black limbs of leafless trees. His skin takes on the pale cheerless yellow of winter sun; for a jaw he has the edges of a snowbound field dotted with stubble; his high forehead is the frozen sweep of the Erie.
Toni MorrisonWe die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
Toni Morrison