Each time I undertake to reread Virginia Woolf, I am somewhat baffled by the signature breathlessness and relentlessly "poetic" tone, the shimmering impressionism, so very different from the vivid, precise, magisterial (and often very funny) prose of her contemporary James Joyce.
Joyce Carol OatesIt's one of those secrets that's embarrassing to acknowledge, but we do love our students.
Joyce Carol OatesIt must happen to everyone. The last time you make love, you can't know it will be the last.
Joyce Carol OatesA mouth of no distinction but well practiced, before I entered my teens, in irony. For what is irony but the repository of hurt? And what is hurt but the repository of hope?
Joyce Carol Oates