“The first book by an African American I read was Carl T. Rowan's memoir, Go South to Sorrow. I found it on the bookshelf at the back of my fifth-grade classroom, an adult book. I can remember the quality of the morning on which I read. It was a sunlit morning in January, a Saturday morning, cold, high, empty. I sat in a rectangle of sunlight, near the grate of the floor heater in the yellow bedroom. And as I read, I became aware of warmth and comfort and optimism. I was made aware of my comfort by the knowledge that others were not, are not, comforted. Carl Rowan at my age was not comforted.” FirstsMadeI CanBookAgeRememberFoundQualityMorningColdSorrowComfortAdultsEmptyOptimismSouthMemoirAfrican AmericanSatGradesWarmthYellowClassroomSunlightBedroomSaturdayFifthJanuaryBookshelvesFifth GradeSaturday MorningGrateRectangles Author:Richard Rodriguez
“Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps?” TwoHappensMorningBonesBedroomThrillersHystericalRavensChimneys Author:Tobsha Learner
“The best way to live above all fear of death is to die every morning before you leave your bedroom.” WayDiesMorningBest WayEvery MorningBedroomFear Of DeathWay To Live Book:The Complete Works of C. H. Spurgeon, Volume 37 Source: The Complete Works of C. H. Spurgeon, Volume 37
“Seeing my children in the morning as they come down from their bedrooms makes my heart come alive. There's just no better moment in my day.” HeartChildrenMomentsMorningAliveSeeingMy HeartMy ChildrenBedroom Author:Kevin Griffin