The brain is a muscle of busy hills, the struggle of unthought things with things eternally thought.
Joyce Carol OatesAn actress wants to be seen. An actress wants to be loved. By multitudes of people, not just one lone man.
Joyce Carol OatesYou can't deny Eros. Eros wills trike, like lightning. Our human defenses are frail, ludicrous. Like plasterboard houses in a hurricane. Your triumph is in perfect submission. And the god of Eros will flow through you, as Lawrence says, in the 'perfect obliteration of blood consciousness.
Joyce Carol Oates