18 7 / 2012

…She never remarried. “I don’t think I did any of that very well,” she has said of that time. “I did it ad hoc, like any working mother does.” But not every working mother wakes up every day at four in the morning to write. This is how she wrote The Bluest Eye – turning it from a short story she had started five years earlier into a novel. Morrison has never discussed her reasons for leaving her husband but has hinted in the past about how he wished for a more subservient wife. (“He didn’t need me making judgments about him,” she said, “which I did. A lot.”) Today, it’s clear she doesn’t see the divorce as a life-changing event.

“There are women in the world who get divorced and that’s what they do,” she says. “Their conversation is about it. He or she didn’t, or I used to, or therefore, and all of their emotions, all of their activity is about that one break-up. Why it happened, what was involved – they never move past it.” She pauses. “It’s a big thing, I guess, but it’s not that big…

06 9 / 2011

"It’s a bad word, ‘belong’. Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover up the head. His head pokes through, because the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him….You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. 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."

Toni Morrison “Song of Solomon”; Guitar to Hagar (via raekeyana)

(Source: alwaysdotherightthing)