See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be - Joyce Carol Oates

Literature, art, like civilization itself, are only accidents.

A female is essentially a cunt, the pure purpose of the female is cunt, but a woman, a wife, is a cunt with a mouth, a man has to reckon with. It's a sobering fact: you start off with a cunt, you wind up with mouth. You wind up with your widow-to-be.

Dorie herself was not very surprised, because a daydreamer is prepared for most things and in a way she had planned even this, though she had not guessed how it would come about.