I was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul.
Joyce Carol OatesThe brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.
Joyce Carol OatesI was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul.
Joyce Carol OatesThe brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.
Joyce Carol Oates