Long since, the desert wind wiped away our footprints in the sand. But at every second of my existence, I remember what happened, and you still walk in my dreams and in my reality. Thank you for having crossed my path.

When a man's pride is injured, death is a small price to repay the insult.

It takes two years for the salt to reach the center of a wheel of Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese.

I always looked upon the acts of racist exclusion, or insult, as pitiable, for the other person. I never absorbed that. I always thought that there was something deficient about such people.

Written By Toni Morrison

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