I was nineteen years five months old when I fell in love for the first time. This seemed to me a profound, advanced age; never can we anticipate being older than we are, or wiser; if we’re exhausted, it’s impossible to anticipate being strong; as, in the grip of a dream, we rarely understand that we’re dreaming, and will escape by the simplest of methods, opening our eyes.

Joyce Carol Oates, I’ll Take You There

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