Joyce Carol Oates
Joyce Carol Oates
Joyce Carol Oatesis an American writer. Oates published her first book in 1963 and has since published over 40 novels, as well as a number of plays and novellas, and many volumes of short stories, poetry, and nonfiction. She has won many awards for her writing, including the National Book Award, for her novel them, two O. Henry Awards, and the National Humanities Medal. Her novels Black Water, What I Lived For, Blonde, and short story collections The Wheel of...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 June 1938
CityLockport, NY
CountryUnited States of America
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Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.
I'm sure all that you've heard is just the usual gossip, invented to injure feelings rather than illuminate truth.
One man's insanity is another man's genius; someday the world will recognize the genius in my insanity.
I want to tell you that I love you I want to tell you that I love you I want to tell you that I love I love I love I love but you do not.
the music was always in the background, like music at a church service; it was something to depend upon.
Paradox: how do we know what we have failed to see because we have no language to express it, thus we cannot know that we have failed to see it.
The danger of motherhood. you relive your early self, through the eyes of your mother.
Only in love is there trust - even the possibility of trust.
There was a Greek philosopher who taught that, of all things, not to have been born is the sweetest state. But I believe sleep is the sweetest state. You're dead, yet alive. There's no sensation so exquisite.
Dear girl! Life is addictive. Yet we must live.
For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage.
But he doesn't love her. I invented that. It is a plot if you imagine people in love--the lazy looping criss crosses of love, blows, stares, tears. No. It doesn't happen. No love. People meet, touch, stare into one another's faces, shake their heads clear, move on, forget. It doesn't happen.
The denial of language is a suicidal one and we pay for it with our own lives.
I love insult, it's always honest.