What did Joyce Carol Oates mean by: The denial of language is a suicidal one and we pay for it with our own lives. Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA Copy
+ Cherie, keep walking. Shut your eyes. We are headed for the bridge. We are going to cross it. Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Joyce Carol Oates, Courage, Journey, Transformation, 0 Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ She wasn’t in love but she would love him, if that would save her. Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Joyce Carol Oates, Emotions, Love, Survival, 0 Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ Like a flame is real enough, isn’t it, while it’s burning?-even if there’s a time it goes out? Author, January 11, 2024January 6, 2025, Joyce Carol Oates, Existence, Impermanence, Life, 0 Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ Death is just the last scene of the last act. Author, September 2, 2023January 2, 2025, Joyce Carol Oates, Closure, Inevitability, Transition, 0 Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ It feels good, honey, but it isn’t love. Author, August 24, 2023January 2, 2025, Joyce Carol Oates, Deception, Emptiness, Pleasure, 0 Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ The great happiness in life in creativity belongs to amateurs. Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Joyce Carol Oates, Amateurism, Creativity, Happiness, 0 Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ Her wish to die was as pervasive as a dial tone: you lift the receiver, it’s always there. Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Joyce Carol Oates, Despair, Persistence, Suffering, 0 Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
+ It’s where we go, and what we do when we get there, that tells us who we really are. Author, January 12, 2024January 6, 2025, Joyce Carol Oates, Actions, Destination, Identity, 0 Joyce Carol Oates Author · USA
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Art is a language, an instrument of knowledge, an instrument of communication. Read explanation Jean Dubuffet Artist · France
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies Jeanette Winterson Author · England
