Author of quotes: Joyce Carol Oates

The body is not able to distinguish between cleansing from sin and punishment. For the body is ignorant and besides, even mute.

What is the sorrow of the world, if not the mountain of love, expressed in so many different words?

We're moving to the deep, putting themselves between her and the edge of something, not allowing her to see.

And as persistently kept saying hold on, be brave, push! push! push! and so for eighteen hours. To give birth. To give life to a child. Like childbirth is a gift from heaven knows what a joy. At that moment Lorraine was so tempted to say: childbirth is not a gift, is when you have taken. The baby is pushed, struggling to get out of you. He is a vessel of violence, hot unspeakable rage.

The silver screen is nothing like the universe itself, which is projected countless nameless forms of life.

Fear is born of hope, and if you manage to throw away a hope from life, then along with it will get rid of the fear.

The young Aztecs, apparently, was allowed to briefly become a God, and maybe them choose, don't know how much it was provided that, when the time comes, they are following the religious ceremony, cut out the heart on the altar. The man agreed to first become a God, and then agree to have him cut out the heart. So I think whether it is worth the price of this sacrifice to become a God? And at the end of that funeral with a large crowd of people?

One Greek philosopher argued that the condition in which remains not yet born to light the baby in the womb is the most sweet. Well, I'm sure the sweetest condition - this is a dream. You are dead, and at the same time alive. There is no feeling better.
There was a Greek philosopher who taught that, of all things, not to have been born is the sweetest state. But I believe sleep is the sweetest state. You're dead, yet alive. There's no sensation so exquisite.

We believe in what we think is true, even sometimes it is impossible to prove!

... all the other kids in the shelter, completely alien to her children, whom she feared and loved was in fact her brothers and sisters. Just before she did not know but now know. And, this whole world was inhabited by countless number of her brothers and sisters. Bring them the numbers, just grains of sand, and each has a soul, and are all equally loved by God.

Save the tears, my child! They are more useful to you.

Death is only the last scene of the last act.
Death is just the last scene of the last act.

She was not in love with, but would love if it could save her.
She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.

Keep in your heart the light and hope. But be prepared for the worst.
Keep a light, hopeful heart. But expect the worst.