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44a80c7
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Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.
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toni-morrison
the-bluest-eye
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Toni Morrison |
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605e44f
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"I laughed but before I could agree with the hairdressers that she was crazy, she said, 'What's the world for if you can't make it up the way you want it?' " 'The way I want it?' " 'Yeah. The way you want it. Don't you want it to be something more than what it is?' " 'What'st eh point? I can't change it.' " 'That's the point. If you don't, it will change you and it'll be your fault cause you let it. I let it. And messed up my life.' " 'Mess it up how?' " 'Forgot it.' " 'Forgot?' " 'Forgot it was mine. My life. I just ran up and down the streets wishing I was somebody else."
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toni-morrison
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Toni Morrison |
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ad78e9c
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"Nobody gave you to me. Nobody said that's the one for you. I picked you out. Wrong time, yep, and doing wrong by my wife. But the picking out, the choosing. Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind. My mind. And I made up my mind to follow you too." Joe Trace"
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love
mind-jazz
toni-morrison
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Toni Morrison |
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9da8e95
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...maybe you think up North is way different from down South. Don't believe it and don't count on it. Custom is just as real as law and can be just as dangerous.
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toni-morrison
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Toni Morrison |
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ff9a09a
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Black women were armed, black women were dangerous and the less money they had the deadlier the weapon they chose.
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women
toni-morrison
jazz
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Toni Morrison |
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52205ef
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Mister was allowed to be and stay what he was. But I wasn't allowed to be and stay what I was [...] School teacher changed me. I was something else and that something else was less than a chicken sitting in the sun on a tub. (Paul D.)
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toni-morrison
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Toni Morrison |
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4f3f9c2
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When I first seed Cholly, I want you to know it was like all the bits of color from that time down home when all us chil'ren went berry picking after a funeral and I put some in the pocket of my Sunday dress, and they mashed up and stained my hips. My whole dress was messed with purple, and it never did wash out. Not the dress nor me. I could feel that purple deep inside me. And that lemonade Mama used to make when Pap came in out the fields. It be cool and yellowish, with seeds floating near the bottom. And that streak of green them june bugs made on the trees the night we left from down home. All of them colors was in me. Just sitting there. So when Cholly come up and tickled my foot, it was like them berries, that lemonade, them streaks of green the june bugs made, all come together. Cholly was thin then, with real light eyes. He used to whistle, and when I heerd him, shivers come on my skin.
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toni-morrison
the-bluest-eye
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Toni Morrison |
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577fbef
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Violet learned then what she had forgotten until this moment: that laughter is serious. More complicated, more serious than tears.
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violet-trace
toni-morrison
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Toni Morrison |