Good taste was out of place in the company of death$$$ death itself was the essence of bad taste.

It's not about choosing somebody over her. It's about making space for somebody along with her.

How can I take crime shows seriously where the female detectives track killers in Louboutin heels?

Black women were armed$$$ black women were dangerous and the less money they had the deadlier the weapon they chose.

Beloved$$$ you are my sister$$$ you are my daughter$$$ you are my face; you are me.

The best art is political and you ought to be able to make it unquestionably political and irrevocably beautiful at the same time.

I'm interested in the way in which the past affects the present and I think that if we understand a good deal more about history$$$ we automatically understand a great more about contemporary life.

Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard. Sethe shook her head. "Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part."

Today is always here$$$ said Sethe. "Tomorrow$$$ never."

And I am all the things I have ever loved: scuppernong wine$$$ cool baptisms in silent water$$$ dream books and number playing.