Susannah Richardson

“For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage.”
― Joyce Carol Oates, Blonde

“Of our hurts we make monuments of survival. If we survive. ”
― Joyce Carol Oates

“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?”
― Joyce Carol Oates, Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang

“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