Toni Morrison (born Chloe Ardelia Wofford; February 18, 1931) is an American novelist, essayist, editor, teacher, and professor emeritus at Princeton University.
I remember a very important lesson that my father gave me when I was twelve or thirteen. He said, "You know, today I welded a perfect seam and I signed my name to it. " And I said, "But, Daddy, no one's going to see it!" And he said, "Yeah, but I know it's there. " So when I was working in kitchens, I did good work.
In my mother's church, everybody read the Bible and it was mostly about music. My mother had the most beautiful voice I have ever heard in my life. She could sing anything - classical, jazz, blues, opera. And people came from long distances to that little church she went to - African Methodist Episcopal, the AME church she belonged to - just hear her.
Let your face speak what's in your heart.
Being good to somebody is just like being mean to somebody. Risky. You don't get nothing for it.
The function of freedom is to free someone else.
My theory is that the world is a difficult place to live in and distraction is the name of the game.
I type in one place, but I write all over the house.
The unflattering reviews are painful for short periods of time; the badly written ones are deeply, deeply insulting. That reviewer took no time to really read the book.
My first-born. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember.
Today is always here,' said Sethe. 'Tomorrow, never.
The writing is - I'm free of pain. It's the place where I live; it's where I have control; it's where nobody tells me what to do; it's where my imagination is fecund and I am really at my best. Nothing matters more in the world or in my body or anywhere when I'm writing.
I get angry about things, then go on and work.
Movements toward freedom and the self-respect that comes from something other than what people think is their most important feature.
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.
No 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.
The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.
Race is the least reliable information you can have about someone. It's real information, but it tells you next to nothing.
Evil is just sort of ultimately boring. The good thing is just complicated. It's more provocative to me and more stimulating to me.
I'm a writer in the world. I translate the confusion that I might feel, the dread that I know I feel, moving towards some other place, moving away from puny language, from all that dread into some other kind of language.
A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.