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“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that鈥檚 bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they鈥檙e afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they鈥檙e wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It鈥檚 all in how you carry it. That鈥檚 what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you鈥檙e letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
― Jim Morrison

“This is the strangest life I have ever known.”
― Jim Morrison

“Oh, yes! Fill the churches with dirty thoughts! Introduce honesty to the White House! Write letters in dead languages to people you've never met! Paint filthy words on the foreheads of children! Burn your credit cards and wear high heels! Asylum doors stand open! Fill the suburbs with murder and rape! Divine madness! Let there be ecstasy, ecstasy in the streets! Laugh and the world laughs with you!”
― Grant Morrison, Batman: Arkham Asylum - A Serious House on Serious Earth

“I should say I am far more cleverer than any of the people who put me here. As a matter of fact, I could leave any time I wanted. It's only a doll house after all. Anyway, I don't mind. I like dolls.

Particularly the live ones.”
― Grant Morrison, Batman: Arkham Asylum - A Serious House on Serious Earth

“She left me the way people leave a hotel room. A hotel room is a place to be when you are doing something else. Of itself it is of no consequence to one's major scheme. A hotel room is convenient. But its convenience is limited to the time you need it while you are in that particular town on that particular business; you hope it is comfortable, but prefer, rather, that it be anonymous. It is not, after all, where you live.

When you no longer need it, you pay a little something for its use; say 'thank you sir,' and when your business in that town is over, you go away from that room. Does anybody regret leaving a hotel room? Does anybody who has a home, a real home somewhere , want to stay there? Does anybody look back with affection of even disgust, at a hotel room when they leave it? You can only love or despise whatever living was done in that room. But the room itself? But you take a souvenir. Not, oh, not to remember the room. To remember, rather, the time and place of your business, your adventure. What can anyone feel for a hotel room? One doesn't any more feel for a hotel room than one expects a hotel room to feel for its occupant.”
― Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

“You went back in time,鈥� he repeated, 鈥渁nd you expect his cell phone to work?鈥�
鈥淲ell, no, I just, I mean, I came back and he hasn鈥檛! Shouldn鈥檛 he have?鈥�
Morrison, very steadily, said, 鈥淲ere you together?鈥�
鈥淣o! I just said he went to fight the Morrigan!鈥�
鈥淚 see.鈥� There was a pause. 鈥淭he man is seventy-four years old, Joanie. He can take care of himself. If you were,鈥� a great and patient pause filled the line before he went on, 鈥渢ime traveling. If you were time traveling and got separated, then I can鈥檛 think of any reason he would necessarily come back to the present at the same time you did.鈥�
鈥淓xcept I was the focal point, it was my fault, it --!鈥�
鈥淛oanne. Siobhan. Siobhan Grainne MacNamarra Walkingstick.鈥�
I didn鈥檛 think anybody had ever said my name like that before. I gulped down a hysterical sob and whispered, 鈥淵eah?鈥�
Morrison, with gentle emphasis, said, 鈥淚 love you. Now pull yourself together and go find the bad guy,鈥� and hung up.”
― C.E. Murphy, Raven Calls

“Suspended between the nastiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn't get interested in leaving life or living it, let alone the fright of two creeping-off boys. Her past had been like her present鈥攊ntolerable鈥攁nd since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering color.”
― Toni Morrison, Beloved

“Good for you. More it hurt more better it is. Can't nothing heal without pain, you know.”
― Toni Morrison, Beloved

“Scythe Anastasia was equally dumbfounded.
"You?" she said.
"No," Morrison blurted, "not me! I mean, yes, it's me, but I'm not the Toll, I mean." Any hope of strong, silent intimidation was gone. Now he was little more than a stammering imbecile, which is how he always felt around Scythe Anastasia.
"What are you even doing here?" she asked.
He started to explain, but realized it was way too long a story for the moment. And besides, he was sure her story was a better one.
The other scythe in her entourage鈥擜mazonian by the look of his robe鈥攃himed in, several beats behind the curve. "You mean to say you two know each other?"
But before either of them could answer, Mendoza came up behind Morrison, tapping him on the shoulder.
"As usual, you're in the way, Morrison," he grumbled, having completely missed the conversation.
Morrison stepped aside and allowed the curate to exit. And the moment Mendoza saw Anastasia, he became just as befuddled as Morrison. Although his eyes darted wildly, he managed to hold his silence. Now they stood on either side of the entrance to the cave in their usual formation. Then the Toll emerged from the cave between them.
He paused short, just as Morrison and Mendoza had, gaping in a way that a holy man probably never should.
"Okay," said Scythe Anastasia. "Now I know I've lost my mind.”
― Neal Shusterman, The Toll

“Nobody loves the head of a dandelion. Maybe because they are so many, strong, and soon.”
― Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

“Jim Morrison had star quality and he鈥檚 dead. Star quality鈥檚 no good to you when you鈥檙e dead.”
― Neil Walker, Drug Gang

“You know, the kind who know Jesus by His first name, but out of politeness never use it even to His face.”
― Toni Morrison, Beloved

“But Morrison put up his hands in instant surrender. "Leave me out of this," he said. "I'm not going up against Scythe Anastasia.”
― Neal Shusterman, The Toll

“Rainwater held on to pine needles for dear life and Beloved could not take her eyes off Sethe.”
― Toni Morrison, Beloved

“If I did I didn't know it. What's it like, velvet?'

'Well, Lu, velvet is like the world was just born. Clean and new and so smooth.”
― Toni Morrison

“This particular queen (Margaret of Scotland) had her Moorish maid baptized Elen Moore (a lot of people with the names Moore, Moorer, Morris etc., probably got their names from their Moorish ancestors鈥攆or instance, Morrison means son of a Moor.)”
― Vertamae Smart-Grosvenor, Thursdays and Every Other Sunday Off: A Domestic Rap by Verta Mae