Quotes from Joyce Carol Oates

You may put this in your interview, Miss Fife, that Robert Frost believes in civilization—which is to say the Caucasian civilization." "But

God dies if he is not loved but I was not loved and I did not die.

What a person is in secret, he becomes -- in politics.

It is not anything to be ashamed of. That is my opinion. Edna Mae and Luther felt differently of course. To them, it would be like murder. But I think if the mother is married, and there is a father—and the doctor suggests it—it is nothing like abortion which is plain murder and should be outlawed.

docena de relojes para indicar que el Tiempo es una broma, no existe. Sin embargo, es necesario creer.

All your life, you yearn to return to what has been. You yearn to return to those you have lost. You will do terrible things to return, which no one else can understand.

That is a blessing of bad dreams, they are quickly forgotten.

To destroy evil we must destroy the being which evil inhabits, even if it is ourselves.

Solace came only with darkness. When dusk yielded to the sweet oblivion of night.

The striking thing about self-knowledge is that it may be lacking.

she had to think about—whatever it was, she had to think about—something urgent and essential in her own life that was a million pixels swirling in a thunder-cloud about to burst.

young girl Revere had brought home

He understood the primitive, malevolent spell of The Falls: he was beginning to feel again the sinister attraction he'd felt years ago, as an adolescent, when his emotions were rawer, closer to the surface. Those feelings of dissolution, loss, panic, very like the sensation of falling in love against one's will. The Falls! You can't believe it can kill you. When it is pure spirit. After

Antes de que comenzara la vida del hogar. Ahora solo se oía el viento y el tictac de una docena de relojes para indicar que el Tiempo es una broma, no existe. Sin embargo, es necesario creer.

Some of the girls with steady boyfriends even hinted at or informed their boyfriends they were having their periods. Marianne couldn't imagine such openness, such intimacy. She'd never been that close to any boy, had had countless friends who were boys, yet few boyfriends with all that implied of specialness, possessiveness. Sharing secrets. No, not even her brothers, not even Patrick she adored.

Yet, as a sympathetic biographer, shall I suggest, this outspoken young woman is not so innocent as she imagines herself?

The tone we want to avoid is melodrama.

A woman convinced against her will is of the same opinion still.

Shreds of cloud were being blown across the moon clotted & cobwebbed like thoughts moving too fast for you to hear.

Because it was silver foil and not a living rose, it could never rot and die.

At the LaPortes' she'd bathed twice. The first time at about 4:30 AM, which she couldn't remember very clearly and the second time at 9:30 A.M. and Trisha had still been asleep in her bed or pretending to be asleep. The gentle tick-ticking of a bedside clock. Hours of that clock, hours unmoving beneath the covers of a bed not her own in a house not her own.

As soon as she'd come home that afternoon, she took two aspirin tablets. To get her through the ordeal of supper, two more. It seemed to her that the pain in her lower belly, the hot sullen seepage of blood in her loins had lessened. Her skin was hot, her forehead burning.

For there is the fear—a wise fear, I think: that if we speak just once to the dead, the dead will cleave to us in their desperate loneliness and never leave our sides.

if a man hurts you, and you show that hurt, and your eyes lock with his, he will never forgive you. For always you will be the girl he has hurt, which means you are the girl he can always hurt again. Mr.