A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child. — Katherine Anne Porter Copy Share Image
There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement of the stars and the turning of the Earth and the… — Katherine Anne Porter Copy Share Image
The human heart is not yet so corroded that it can read off the extinction of these two men without a shock to the… — Katherine Anne Porter Copy Share Image
Human life itself may be almost pure chaos, but the work of the artist is to take these handfuls of confusion and disparate things,… — Katherine Anne Porter Copy Share Image
But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold… — Katherine Anne Porter Copy Share Image
I started out with nothing in the world but a kind of passion, a driving desire. I don't know where it came from, and… — Katherine Anne Porter Copy Share Image
I am in Paris. Yes ma'am , I made it back. I came up from Berlin, stopped here ten days, fought a losing battle… — Katherine Anne Porter Copy Share Image
Your mind outwears all sorts of things you may set your heart upon; you can enjoy it when all other things are taken away. — Katherine Anne Porter Copy Share Image
The arts do live continuously, and they live literally by faith; their names and their shapes and their uses and their basic meanings survive… — Katherine Anne Porter Copy Share Image
The very thing about people that makes the human race interesting is also the thing that makes it so hard to get anything done… — Katherine Anne Porter Copy Share Image
