Her problem wasn't she was a dumb blonde, it was she wasn't a blonde and she wasn't dumb.
Joyce Carol OatesThe - the sort of thing that I want to do is to strike a resonant chord of universality in other people, which is best done by fiction.
Joyce Carol OatesI have forced myself to begin writing when I've been utterly exhausted, when I've felt my soul as thin as a playing cardโฆand somehow the activity of writing changes everything.
Joyce Carol OatesBefore I undertake a lengthy project, I have usually given much thought to it over a period of years. My files are filled with likely subjects - which perhaps, one day, I will develop.
Joyce Carol OatesBlood transforms the warm bath water and, in it, I see weakly that this was a mistake. The razor's cut is not deep, nevertheless the blood rushes out happily in the warm water as if kin to it, the same tender substance. Rising a new person transformed with an icy sense of error I go to the sink and turn on cold water which is not friendly to blood. The cut is deeper than imagined.
Joyce Carol Oates