142 "Joyce Carol Oates" Quotes And Sayings

Joyce Carol Oates was born in Lockport, New York, in 1937. She is a recipient of the National Medal of Arts and a former president of PEN American Center. Her books have been translated into more than forty languages and include the bestsellers Black Water (winner of the National Books Critics Circle Award), Blonde, The Falls, and What I Lived For. Her most recent novel is the Edgar Award-winning We Were the Mulvaneys .

The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for...
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The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love. Joyce Carol Oates
In love there are two things - bodies and words.
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In love there are two things - bodies and words. Joyce Carol Oates
A daydreamer is prepared for most things.
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A daydreamer is prepared for most things. Joyce Carol Oates
If you are a writer you locate yourself behind a...
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If you are a writer you locate yourself behind a wall of silence and no matter what you are doing, driving a car or walking or doing housework you can still be writing, because you have that space. Joyce Carol Oates
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And this is the forbidden truth, the unspeakable taboo - that evil is not always repellent but frequently attractive; that it has the power to make of us not simply victims, as nature and accident do, but active accomplices. Joyce Carol Oates
The challenge is to resist circumstances. Any idiot can be...
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The challenge is to resist circumstances. Any idiot can be happy in a happy place, but moral courage is required to be happy in a hellhole. Joyce Carol Oates
.. . there is a wish in the heart of...
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.. . there is a wish in the heart of mankind to be distracted and confused. Truth is but one attraction, and not always the most powerful. Joyce Carol Oates
For what are the words with which to summarize a...
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For what are the words with which to summarize a lifetime, so much crowded confused happiness terminated by such stark slow-motion pain? Joyce Carol Oates
Unbidden, Unwelcome, Yet unable to resist, I entered a stranger's...
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Unbidden, Unwelcome, Yet unable to resist, I entered a stranger's life Joyce Carol Oates
Keep a light, hopeful heart. But ­expect the worst.
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Keep a light, hopeful heart. But ­expect the worst. Joyce Carol Oates
A mouth of no distinction but well practiced, before I...
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A 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
Death is just the last scene of the last act.
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Death is just the last scene of the last act. Joyce Carol Oates
If food is poetry, is not poetry also food?
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If food is poetry, is not poetry also food? Joyce Carol Oates
I have forced myself to begin writing when I've been...
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I have forced myself to begin writing when I've been utterly exhausted, when I've felt my soul as thin as a playing card…and somehow the activity of writing changes everything. Joyce Carol Oates
Fiction that adds up, that suggests a
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Fiction that adds up, that suggests a "logical consistency, " or an explanation of some kind, is surely second-rate fiction; for the truth of life is its mystery. Joyce Carol Oates
The ideal art, the noblest of art: working with the...
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The ideal art, the noblest of art: working with the complexities of life, refusing to simplify, to "overcome" doubt. Joyce Carol Oates
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When writing goes painfully, when it’s hideously difficult, and one feels real despair (ah, the despair, silly as it is, is real! )—then naturally one ought to continue with the work; it would be cowardly to retreat. But when writing goes smoothly—why then one certainly should keep on working, since it would be stupid to stop. Consequently one is always writing or should be writing. Joyce Carol Oates
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For the writer, the serial killer is, abstractly, an analogue of the imagination's caprices and amorality; the sense that, no matter the dictates and even the wishes of the conscious social self, the life or will or purpose of the imagination is incomprehensible, unpredictable. Joyce Carol Oates
The denial of language is a suicidal one and we...
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The denial of language is a suicidal one and we pay for it with our own lives. Joyce Carol Oates
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I'm drawn to write about upstate New York in the way in which a dreamer might have recurring dreams. My childhood and girlhood were spent in upstate New York, in the country north of Buffalo and West of Rochester. So this part of New York state is very familiar to me and, with its economic difficulties, has become emblematic of much of American life. Joyce Carol Oates