They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers in the palm would stay aboveground forever. At first, as they stood there, their hands were clenched together. They relaxed slowly until during the walk back home their fingers were laced in as gentle a clasp as that of any two young girlfriends trotting up the road on a summer day wondering what happened to butterflies in the winter.
Toni MorrisonThe difference between that which is humane and that which is patriotic is a vital difference.
Toni MorrisonClever, but schoolteacher beat him anyway to show him that definitions belonged to the definers - not the defined.
Toni Morrison