Oat Quotes

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I never change, I simply become more myself.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Solstice)
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Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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The best revenge is living well without you.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Loneliness is like starvation: you don't realize how hungry you are until you begin to eat.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Faithless : Tales of Transgression)
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See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be
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Joyce Carol Oates (After the Wreck, I Picked Myself Up, Spread My Wings, and Flew Away)
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In love there are two things - bodies and words.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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A daydreamer is prepared for most things.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can't see, whose beginning you've forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has passed, and is irretrievable.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Foxfire: Confessions Of A Girl Gang)
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He was ugly, himself. Weird-ugly. But ugliness in a man doesn't matter, much. Ugliness in a woman is her life.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Faithless : Tales of Transgression)
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Keep a light, hopeful heart. But Β­expect the worst.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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My belief is that art should not be comforting; for comfort, we have mass entertainment and one another. Art should provoke, disturb, arouse our emotions, expand our sympathies in directions we may not anticipate and may not even wish.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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I don’t ask writers about their work habits. I really don’t care. Joyce Carol Oates says somewhere that when writers ask each other what time they start working and when they finish and how much time they take for lunch, they’re actually trying to find out, "Is he as crazy as I am?" I don’t need that question answered.
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Philip Roth
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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.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Keeing busy" is the remedy for all the ills in America. It's also the means by which the creative impulse is destroyed.
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Joyce Carol Oates (The Journal of Joyce Carol Oates: 1973-1982)
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Read widely, and without apology. Read what you want to read, not what someone tells you you should read.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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We work in the darkβ€”we do what we canβ€”we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Tell me what to wish for." Tell me what to ask the sea for." "To be happy. Happiness." "I don't think such a thing is had on Thisby. And if it is, I don't know how you would keep it." "You whisper to it. What it needs to hear. Isn't that what you said?" "That's what I said. What do I need to hear?" "That tomorrow we'll rule the Scorpio Races as king and queen of Skarmouth and I'll save the house and you'll have your stallion. Dove will eat golden oats for the rest of her days and you will terrorize the races each year and people will come from every island in the world to find out how it is you get horses to listen to you. The piebald will carry Mutt Malvern into the sea and Gabriel will decide to stay on the island. I will have a farm and you will bring me bread for dinner." "That's what I needed to hear.
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Maggie Stiefvater (The Scorpio Races)
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Eleanor had a long-held theory about men. She truly believed that for most men, all that talk of β€œbeing in love” or β€œfinding the right one” was absolute nonsense. Marriage was purely a matter of timing, and whenever a man was finally done sowing his wild oats and ready to settle down, whichever girl happened to be there at the time would be the right one.
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Kevin Kwan (Crazy Rich Asians (Crazy Rich Asians, #1))
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When I take you to the Valley, you’ll see the blue hills on the left and the blue hills on the right, the rainbow and the vineyards under the rainbow late in the rainy season, and maybe you’ll say, β€œThere it is, that’s it!” But I’ll say. β€œA little farther.” We’ll go on, I hope, and you’ll see the roofs of the little towns and the hillsides yellow with wild oats, a buzzard soaring and a woman singing by the shadows of a creek in the dry season, and maybe you’ll say, β€œLet’s stop here, this is it!” But I’ll say, β€œA little farther yet.” We’ll go on, and you’ll hear the quail calling on the mountain by the springs of the river, and looking back you’ll see the river running downward through the wild hills behind, below, and you’ll say, β€œIsn’t that the Valley?” And all I will be able to say is β€œDrink this water of the spring, rest here awhile, we have a long way yet to go and I can’t go without you.
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Ursula K. Le Guin (Always Coming Home)
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Writing is a consequence of having been 'haunted' by material. Why this is, no one knows.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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I had forgotten that time wasn't fixed like concrete but in fact was fluid as sand, or water. I had forgotten that even misery can end.
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Joyce Carol Oates (I Am No One You Know)
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Every scar in my face is worth it.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Death is just the last scene of the last act.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Blonde)
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If I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.
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Joyce Carol Oates (First Love: A Gothic Tale)
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She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Black Water)
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Some kids do drugs. Some kids light stuff on fire. Me, I eat oats.
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Jordan Sonnenblick (After Ever After)
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We are linked by blood, and blood is memory without language.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Of our hurts we make monuments of survival. If we survive.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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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.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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My self is all to me. I don't have any need of you.
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Joyce Carol Oates (I Lock My Door Upon Myself)
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If you feed enough oats to the horse, some will pass through to feed the sparrows (referring to "trickle down" economics).
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John Kenneth Galbraith
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She was feeling her bohemian oats.
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Steve Martin (Shopgirl)
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There is an hour, a minute - you will remember it forever - when you know instinctively on the basis of the most inconsequential evidence, that something is wrong. You don't know - can't know - that it is the first of a series of "wrongful" events that will culminate in the utter devastation of your life as you have known it.
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Joyce Carol Oates (A Widow's Story)
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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.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Erotic: meaning you're "desired." For madness is seductive, sexy. Female madness. So long as the female is reasonably young and attractive.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Blonde)
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Which is why we say I can't live without you meaning your life gives life to me, who am otherwise an empty vessel, nameless.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Faithless : Tales of Transgression)
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The ideal art, the noblest of art: working with the complexities of life, refusing to simplify, to "overcome" doubt.
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Joyce Carol Oates (The Journal of Joyce Carol Oates: 1973-1982)
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Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?
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Libba Bray (Going Bovine)
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It feels good, honey, but it isn't love.
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Joyce Carol Oates (You Must Remember This)
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Sowing oats is fun,” he agrees solemnly. β€œOne time I sowed this really hot oat who poured maple syrup all over my dick and then licked it off.
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Elle Kennedy (The Score (Off-Campus, #3))
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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.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Little Bird of Heaven)
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Running! If there's any activity happier, more exhilarating, more nourishing to the imagination, I can't think of what it might be. In running the mind flees with the body, the mysterious efflorescence of language seems to pulse in the brain, in rhythm with our feet and the swinging of our arms.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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It makes me angry sometimes, it's a visceral thing--how you come to despise your own words in your ears not because they aren't genuine, but because they are; because you've said them so many times, your 'principles,' your 'ideals'--and so damned little in the world has changed because of them.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Black Water)
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Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken to my joyful tidings Of the golden future time. Soon or late the day is coming, Tyrant Man shall be o'erthrown, And the fruitful fields of England Shall be trod by beasts alone. Rings shall vanish from our noses, And the harness from our back, Bit and spur shall rust forever, Cruel whips shall no more crack. Riches more than mind can picture, Wheat and barley, oats and hay, Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels, Shall be ours upon that day. Bright will shine the fields of England, Purer shall its water be, Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes On the day that sets us free. For that day we all must labour, Though we die before it break; Cows and horses, geese and turkeys, All must toils for freedom's sake. Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken well and spread my tidings Of the golden future time.
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George Orwell (Animal Farm)
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You wake up one morning, those years are gone. There's a comfort in this fact perhaps. I want to think that there must be comfort in all facts we can't alter.
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Joyce Carol Oates (I Am No One You Know)
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Beauty is a question of optics. All sight is illusion.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Blonde)
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The fiasco in the barn flashed through her mind. Yesterday she'd showered him with oats and today she'd pummeled him with a broom. At this rate, he'd be dead by the end of the week.
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Karen Witemeyer (Head in the Clouds)
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I was trying not to be happy, hopeful. I did not believe I deserved happiness or even hope, if you knew my soul.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Faithless : Tales of Transgression)
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I could EAT YOUR HEART & asshole you'd never know it.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Zombie)
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For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Blonde)
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I brought you a snack," Takumi said, dropping an oatmeal cream pie onto my book. "Very nutritious," I smiled. "You've got your oats. You've got your meal. You've got your cream. It's a fuckin' food pyramid.
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John Green (Looking for Alaska)
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Her wish to die was as pervasive as a dial tone: you lift the receiver, it's always there.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Faithless : Tales of Transgression)
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The heavenly light you admire is fossil-light, it's the unfathomably distant past you gaze into, stars long extinct
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Joyce Carol Oates (Foxfire: Confessions Of A Girl Gang)
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Taking the law into your own hands, fuck what's wrong with that?
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Joyce Carol Oates (Rape: A Love Story)
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We inhabit ourselves without valuing ourselves, unable to see that here, now, this very moment is sacred; but once it’s gone – its value is incontestable.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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... such speculation is like staring into the hot white sun. you know the sun is there but you can't see a thing.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Invisible Woman: New & Selected Poems, 1970-1982 (Ontario Review Press Poetry Series))
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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.
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Joyce Carol Oates (The Journal of Joyce Carol Oates: 1973-1982)
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Joyce Carol Oates
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The danger of motherhood. you relive your early self, through the eyes of your mother.
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Joyce Carol Oates (The Gravedigger's Daughter)
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I'm drawn to failure. I feel that I'm contending with it constantly in my own life.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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What you call your personality, you know? --it's not like actual bones, or teeth, something solid. It's more like a flame. A flame can be upright, and a flame can flicker in the wind, a flame can be extinguished so there's no sign of it, like it had never been.
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Joyce Carol Oates (I Am No One You Know)
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Sometimes people surprise us. People we believe we know.
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Joyce Carol Oates (The Falls)
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In a family, what isn't spoken is what you listen for. But the noise of a family is to drown it out.
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Joyce Carol Oates (We Were the Mulvaneys)
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There is an hour when you realize: here is what you have been given. More than this, you won't receive. And what this is, what your life has come to, will be taken from you. In time.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Wild Nights!: Stories About the Last Days of Poe, Dickinson, Twain, James, and Hemingway)
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A Centaur has a man-stomach and a horse-stomach. And of course both want breakfast. So first of all he has porridge and pavenders and kidneys and bacon and omlette and cold ham and toast and marmalade and coffee and beer. And after that he tends to the horse part of himself by grazing for an hour or so and finishing up with a hot mash, some oats, and a bag of sugar. That's why it's such a serious thing to ask a Centaur to stay for the weeekend. A very serious thing indeed.
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C.S. Lewis (The Silver Chair (Chronicles of Narnia, #4))
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Whoever's reading this, if anyone is reading it: does it matter that our old selves are lost to us as surely as the past is lost, or is it enough to know yes we lived then, and we are living now, and the connection must be there? Like a river hundreds of miles long exists both at its source and at its mouth, simultaneously?
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Joyce Carol Oates (Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang)
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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.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Her problem wasn't she was a dumb blonde, it was she wasn't a blonde and she wasn't dumb.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Blonde)
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I love insult, it's always honest.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Beasts)
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Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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So, you wouldn't marry me." "Ridiculous question. I'm eighteen!" "Oh, it's an age thing?" He frowned. "You don't mean wild oats, do you? We're not going to have some stupid break so you can experience other---" Zuzana put a hand over his mouth. "Gross. Don't even say it.
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Laini Taylor (Days of Blood & Starlight (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #2))
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One man's insanity is another man's genius; someday the world will recognize the genius in my insanity.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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The written word, obviously, is very inward, and when we're reading, we're thinking. It's a sort of spiritual, meditative activity. When we're looking at visual objects, I think our eyes are obviously directed outward, so there's not as much reflective time. And it's the reflectiveness and the spiritual inwardness about reading that appeals to me.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Why you can't trust women. Even young girls. Can't know what the fuck they are thinking, can't know what they are feeling, can't know how they will surprise you except to know it won't be a surprise you will like.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Little Bird of Heaven)
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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?
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Joyce Carol Oates (Faithless: Tales of Transgression)
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Like a flame is real enough, isn't it, while it's burning?-even if there's a time it goes out?
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Joyce Carol Oates (Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang)
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I suggest to my students that they write under a pseudonym for a week. That allows young men to write as women, and women as men. It allows them a lot of freedom they don't have ordinarily.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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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?
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Joyce Carol Oates (We Were the Mulvaneys)
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So what you’re saying is Nate isn’t sex on a stick?” Emma asked. Casey chuckled. β€œNate is barely sex on a low fat wheat-thin. But I sowed a few wild oats back in my day, so I’m totally satisfied with what I have.” She bent over to grab up her abandoned container and silverware. Waving her fork at Emma, she said, β€œYou, on the other hand, have a bag of oats needing satisfying.” Emma rolled her eyes. β€œLet’s leave my oats out of this please.
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Katie Ashley (The Proposition (The Proposition, #1))
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Time is the element in which we exist... We are either borne along by it or drowned in it.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Marya)
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Maybe, love is always forgiveness, to a degree.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Dear girl! Life is addictive. Yet we must live.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Blonde)
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you're an insomniac, you tell yourself: there are profound truths revealed only to the insomniac by night like those phosphorescent minerals veined and glimmering in the dark but coarse and ordinary otherwise; you have to examine such minerals in the absence of light to discover their beauty, you tell yourself.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Small Avalanches and Other Stories)
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How crucial for us to rehearse the future, in words. Never to doubt that you will live to utter them. Never to doubt that you will tell your story.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Black Water)
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The denial of language is a suicidal one and we pay for it with our own lives.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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Even if I seemed to remember, I could not know. For just to remember something is not to know if it really happened. That is a primary fact of the inner life, the most difficult fact with which we must live.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Faithless : Tales of Transgression)
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Later, her first intense, serious love affair, yes then she'd lost something more tangible, if undefinable: her heart? her independence? her control of, definition of, self? That first true loss, the furious bafflement of it. And never again quite so assured, confident.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Faithless : Tales of Transgression)
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Out of the sea will rise Behemoth and Leviathan, and sail 'round the high-pooped galleys... Dragons will wander about the waste places, and the phoenix will soar from her nest of fire into the air. We shall lay our hands upon the basilisk, and see the jewel in the toad's head. Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be.
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Oscar Wilde
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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.
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Joyce Carol Oates
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I do what I want to do. It was a brash statement of(her)girlhood. Now she was an adult, the boast seemed quaint. For rarely do you know what you want. Even after you've done it you can't say clearly if that was what you'd wanted or just something that happened to you, like weather.
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Joyce Carol Oates (I Am No One You Know)
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I recommend readers to be adventurous and to try things they’ve never heard of or considered reading before. Get out of the comfort zone and discover something new and exciting. If you’d never be caught dead in the mystery section go and read some George Pelecanos, Dennis Lehane, Michael Connelly or many others. If you only read thrillers get deep into the literary fiction aisle and let yourself be seduced. If you only read non-fiction pick up a Ian McDonald novel or a Joyce Carol Oates novel. If you only read comic books, get acquainted with the great Charles Dickens or a certain Monsieur Dumas. Pick up something at random and read a page. Feel the texture of the language, the architecture of the imagery, the perfume of the style… There’s so much beauty, intelligence and excitement to be had between the pages of the books waiting for you at your local bookstore the only thing you need to bring is an open mind and a sense of adventure. Disregard all prejudices, all pre-conceived notions and all the rubbish some people try to make you think. Think for yourself. Regarding books or anything in life. Think for yourself.
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Carlos Ruiz ZafΓ³n
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Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-brown river overhung with weeping trees and coins of sunlight through them on the water downriver, to the place beyond the windbreak, where untilled fields simmer shrilly in the A.M. heat: shattercane, lambsquarter, cutgrass, saw brier, nutgrass, jimson-weed, wild mint, dandelion, foxtail, spinecabbage, goldenrod, creeping Charlie, butterprint, nightshade, ragweed, wild oat, vetch, butcher grass, invaginate volunteer beans, all heads nodding in a soft morning breeze like a mother’s hand on your check. An arrow of starlings fired from the windbreak’s thatch. The glitter of dew that stays where it is and steams all day. A Sunflower, four more one bowed, and horses in the distance standing rigid as toys. All nodding. Electric sounds of insects at their business. Ale-colored sunshine and pale sky and whorls of cirrus so high they cast no shadow. Insects all business all the time. Quartz and chert and schist and chondrite iron scabs in granite. Very old land. Look around you. The horizon trembling, shapeless. We are all of us brothers.
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David Foster Wallace
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I wish some man or other would take me sometime when hes there and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like a kiss long and hot down to your soul almost paralyses you...I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours...after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes...then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.
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James Joyce (Ulysses)
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Adriana loved even the rank animal smell of the man's body, her sweat-slicked breasts and belly flattened beneath him, and her arms and legs clutching him as a drowning woman might clutch another person to save her life. Don't don't don't don't leave me. DON'T LEAVE ME. As in animal copulation the frenzy is to be locked together not out of sentiment or choice but physical compulsion. As if bolts of electric current ran through both their bodies and would only release them from each other when it ceased.
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Joyce Carol Oates (Faithless : Tales of Transgression)
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And so their spirits soared as they took positions own the passageways of battle all night long, and the watchfires blazed among them. Hundreds strong, as stars in the night sky glittering round the moon's brilliance blaze in all their glory when the air falls to a sudden, windless calm... all the lookout peaks stand out and the jutting cliffs and the steep ravines and down from the high heavens bursts the boundless bright air and all the stars shine clear and the shepherd's heart exults - so many fires burned between the ships and the Xanthus' whirling rapids set by the men of Troy, bright against their walls. A thousand fires were burning there on the plain and beside each fire sat fifty fighting men poised in the leaping blaze, and champing oats and glistening barley, stationed by their chariots, stallions waited for Dawn to mount her glowing throne.
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Homer (The Iliad)
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Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-brown river overhung with weeping trees and coins of sunlight through them on the water downriver, to the place beyond the windbreak, where untilled fields simmer shrilly in the A.M. heat: shattercane, lamb's-quarter, cutgrass, sawbrier, nutgrass, jimsonweed, wild mint, dandelion, foxtail, muscadine, spinecabbage, goldenrod, creeping charlie, butter-print, nightshade, ragweed, wild oat, vetch, butcher grass, invaginate volunteer beans, all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand on your cheek. An arrow of starlings fired from the windbreak's thatch. The glitter of dew that stays where it is and steams all day. A sunflower, four more, one bowed, and horses in the distance standing rigid and still as toys. All nodding. Electric sounds of insects at their business. Ale-colored sunshine and pale sky and whorls of cirrus so high they cast no shadow. Insects all business all the time. Quartz and chert and schist and chondrite iron scabs in granite. Very old land. Look around you. The horizon trembling, shapeless. We are all of us brothers. Some crows come overhead then, three or four, not a murder, on the wing, silent with intent, corn-bound for the pasture's wire beyond which one horse smells at the other's behind, the lead horse's tail obligingly lifted. Your shoes' brand incised in the dew. An alfalfa breeze. Socks' burrs. Dry scratching inside a culvert. Rusted wire and tilted posts more a symbol of restraint than a fence per se. NO HUNTING. The shush of the interstate off past the windbreak. The pasture's crows standing at angles, turning up patties to get at the worms underneath, the shapes of the worms incised in the overturned dung and baked by the sun all day until hardened, there to stay, tiny vacant lines in rows and inset curls that do not close because head never quite touches tail. Read these.
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David Foster Wallace (The Pale King)
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I'm staying right here," grumbled the rat. "I haven't the slightest interest in fairs." "That's because you've never been to one," remarked the old sheep . "A fair is a rat's paradise. Everybody spills food at a fair. A rat can creep out late at night and have a feast. In the horse barn you will find oats that the trotters and pacers have spilled. In the trampled grass of the infield you will find old discarded lunch boxes containing the foul remains of peanut butter sandwiches, hard-boiled eggs, cracker crumbs, bits of doughnuts, and particles of cheese. In the hard-packed dirt of the midway, after the glaring lights are out and the people have gone home to bed, you will find a veritable treasure of popcorn fragments, frozen custard dribblings, candied apples abandoned by tired children, sugar fluff crystals, salted almonds, popsicles,partially gnawed ice cream cones,and the wooden sticks of lollypops. Everywhere is loot for a rat--in tents, in booths, in hay lofts--why, a fair has enough disgusting leftover food to satisfy a whole army of rats." Templeton's eyes were blazing. " Is this true?" he asked. "Is this appetizing yarn of yours true? I like high living, and what you say tempts me." "It is true," said the old sheep. "Go to the Fair Templeton. You will find that the conditions at a fair will surpass your wildest dreams. Buckets with sour mash sticking to them, tin cans containing particles of tuna fish, greasy bags stuffed with rotten..." "That's enough!" cried Templeton. "Don't tell me anymore I'm going!
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E.B. White (Charlotte’s Web)
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Joyce Carol Oates (Blonde)