Toni Morrison (born Chloe Ardelia Wofford; February 18, 1931) is an American novelist, essayist, editor, teacher, and professor emeritus at Princeton University.
I couldn't bear to have people mispronounce my name. But the person I was was this person who was called Chloe.
Can't nothing heal without pain, you know.
I get angry about things, then go on and work.
Black women are the touchstone by which all that is human can be measured.
Definitions belong to the definer, not the defined.
It would be ten years before they saw each other again, and their meeting would be thick with birds.
I'm not entangled in shaping my work according to other people's views of how I should have done it.
Being able to laugh got me through.
In becoming an American, from Europe, what one has in common with that other immigrant is contempt for me-it's nothing else but color.
What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?
Like Guitar in Son of Solomon, and Son in Tar Baby, he believed that harmony could never exist between the races.
Laughter is more serious than tears.
When am I happy and when am I sad and what is the difference? What do I need to know to stay alive? What is true in the world?
The screams of a hurt woman were indistinguishable from everyday traffic.
Our ancestors are an ever widening circle of hope.
If you can only be tall because someone else is on their knees, then you have a serious problem. And white people have a very, very serious problem.
It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.
In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings, had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like an artist with no art form, she became dangerous.
I am a moralist. I worry.
All the time, I'm afraid the thing that happened that made it all right for my mother to kill my sister could happen again. I don't know what it is, I don't know who it is, but maybe there is something else terrible enough to make her do it again. I need to know what that thing might be, but I don't want to. Whatever it is, it comes from outside this house, outside the yard, and it can come right on in the yard if it wants to. So I never leave this house and I watch over the yard, so it can't happen again and my mother won't have to kill me too.