How mysterious it is, to be in love. For you can be in love with one who knows nothing of you. Perhpas our greatest happinesses spring from such longings-being in love with one who is oblivious of you.
Joyce Carol OatesThe brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.
Joyce Carol OatesIt's hard to say how we compare to other people. We each inhabit our own personalities. I have often felt that I'm a very neutral being and that I have almost no personality. I'm drawn to writing partly because I'm fascinated by the mimetic process.
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 Oates