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Sad as it was that she did not know where her children were buried or what they looked like if alive, fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like. Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me?
— Toni Morrison
I was so sure it would happen. That the past was an abused record with no choice but to repeat itself at the crack and no power on earth could lift the arm that held the needle.
— Toni Morrison
Much handled things are always soft(27).
— Toni Morrison
People who die bad don't stay in the ground.
— Toni Morrison
Memory (the deliberate act of remembering) is a form of willed creation. It is not an effort to find out the way it really was--that is research. The point is to dwell on the way it appeared and why it appeared in that particular way.
— Toni Morrison
Difficult to "move on" from any site of suffering if that suffering goes unacknowledged and undescribed.
— Toni Morrison
What a man leaves behind is what a man is.
— Toni Morrison
Funny how you lose sight of some things and memory others.
— Toni Morrison
You know as well as I do that people who die bad don't stay in the ground.
— Toni Morrison
Hi, dumplin'. Where your socks?" Marie seldom called Pecola the same thing twice, but invariably her epithets were fond ones chosen from menus and dishes that were forever uppermost in her mind.
— Toni Morrison
It was as though he no longer needed to drink to forget whatever it was he could not remember. Now he could not remember that he had ever forgotten anything. Perhaps that was why for the first time after that old day in France he was beginning to miss the presence of other people. Shadrack had improved enough to feel lonely. If he was lonely before, he didn't know because the noise he kept up, the roaring, the busyness protected him from knowing it.
— Toni Morrison
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.
— Toni Morrison