But he doesn't love her. I invented that. It is a plot if you imagine people in love--the lazy looping crisscrosses of love, blows, stares, tears. No. It doesn't happen. No love. People meet, touch, stare into one another's faces, shake their heads clear, move on, forget. It doesn't happen.
— Joyce Carol Oates
Marriages and Infidelities
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