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I don't want you to write about what you know, because you don't know anything. i don't want to hear about your boyfriend or your grandma... i'm getting a little tired of 'my life story as fiction'. please don't tell me about your little life - is there nothing larger? more important?

-Toni Morrison

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I Don't Want You To Write About

Toni Morrison

I don't want you to write about what you know, because you don't know anything. i don't want to hear about your boyfriend or your grandma... i'm getting a little tired of 'my life story as fiction'. please don't tell me about your little life - is there nothing larger? more important?

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I do remember, one time, a man came to me after the students began to work in mississippi and he said the white people were getting tired and they were getting tense and anything might happen. well, i asked him "how long he thinks we had been getting tired"? i have been tired for 46 years and my parents was tired before me and their parents were tired, and i have always wanted to do something that would help some of the things i would see going on among negroes that i didn't like and i don't like now.

The story is the only thing that's important. everything else will take care of itself. it's like what bowlers say. you hear writers talk about character or theme or mood or mode or tense or person. but bowlers say, if you make the spares, the strikes will take care of themselves. if you can tell a story, everything else becomes possible. but without story, nothing is possible, because nobody wants to hear about your sensitive characters if there's nothing happening in the story. and the same is true with mood. story is the only thing that's important.

People have said over the years that the reason i did not give up my seat was because i was tired. i did not think of being physically tired. my feet were not hurting. i was tired in a different way. i was tired of seeing so many men treated as boys and not called by their proper names or titles. i was tired of seeing children and women mistreated and disrespected because of the color of their skin. i was tired of jim crow laws, of legally enforced racial segregation.

Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?

I'm rightly tired of the pain i hear and feel, boss. i'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. i'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. it feels like pieces of glass in my head. i'm tired of all the times i've wanted to help and couldn't. i'm tired of bein in the dark. mostly it's the pain. there's too much. if i could end it, i would. but i can't.

I tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead. "bella, please! bella, listen to me, please, please, please, bella, please!" he begged. yes, i wanted to say. anything. but i couldn't find my lips. "carlisle!" the angel called, agony in his perfect voice. "bella, bella, no, oh please, no, no!" and the angel was sobbing tearless, broken sobs. the angel shouldn't weep, it was wrong. i tried to find him, to tell him everything was fine, but the water was so deep, it was pressing on me, and i couldn't breathe.

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