Mark Rothko, Personage 2, 1946, Oil on canvas 142 x 82 cm
© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko/Artists Rights Society (ARS)
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Mark Rothko, Personage 2, 1946, Oil on canvas 142 x 82 cm
© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko/Artists Rights Society (ARS)
I don't remember ever looking at my mother this way, like I could eat her down to the bone then wipe my bloody mouth on her hair.
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Perhaps that's what all human relationships boiled down to: Would you save my life? or would you take it?
— Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
“You’re turning over your whole life to him.Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.”
-Song of Solomon,1977
Solid, rumbling, likely to erupt without prior notice, Macon kept each member of his family awkward with fear. His hatred of his wife glittered and sparked in every word he spoke to her. The disappointment he felt in his daughters sifted down on them like ash, dulling their buttery complexions and choking the lilt out of what should have been girlish voices. Under the frozen heat of his glance they tripped over doorsills and dropped the salt cellar into the yolks of their poached eggs. The way he mangled their grace, wit, and self-esteem was the single excitement of their days. Without the tension and drama he ignited, they might not have known what to do with themselves.
Toni Morrison, from Song of Solomon
“She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?” - Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
“What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?”
— Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
Apparently he thought he deserved only to be loved—from a distance, though—and given what he wanted. And in return he would…what? Pleasant? Generous? Maybe all he was really saying was: I am not responsible for your pain; share your happiness with me but not your unhappiness.
— Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
Corinthians knew she was ashamed of him, that she would have to add him to the other secret, the nature of her work, that he could never set foot in her house. And she hated him a lot for the shame she felt. Hated him sometimes right in the middle of his obvious adoration of her, his frequent compliments about her looks, her manners, her voice. But those swift feelings of contempt never lasted long enough for her to refuse those drive-in movie sessions where she was the sole object of someone's hunger and satisfaction.
— Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
“Did you do it yet?” He was like a teen-age girl wondering about the virginity of her friend, the friend who has a look, a manner newly minted—different, separate, focused somehow. “Did you do it yet? Do you know something both exotic and ordinary that I have not felt? Do you know what it’s like to risk your one and only self? How did it feel? Were you afraid? Did it change you? And if I do it, will it change me too?”
Toni Morrison (Song of Solomon: A Novel, page 176)
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.
— Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
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