Maxioms by Toni Morrison
Bit by bit . . . she had claimed herself. Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed read more
Bit by bit . . . she had claimed herself. Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another.
Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can't nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, read more
Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can't nobody fly with all that shit. Wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.
If there's a book you really want to read but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it
If there's a book you really want to read but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it
We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our read more
We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.