• I do what I want to do. It was a brash statement of(her)girlhood. Now she was an adult, the boast seemed quaint. For rarely do you know what you want. Even after you've done it you can't say clearly if that was what you'd wanted or just something that happened to you, like weather.

    Joyce Carol Oates (2009). “I Am No One You Know: And Other Stories”, p.152, Zondervan