If I didn't know the ending of a story, I wouldn't begin. I always write my last lines, my last paragraph first, and then I go back and work towards it. I know where I'm going. I know what my goal is. And how I get there is God's grace.
Katherine Anne PorterTrust your happiness and the richness of your life at this moment. It is as true and as much yours as anything else that ever happened to you.
Katherine Anne Porter[From Pale Horse, Pale Rider]
The road to death is a long march beset with all evils. . .
[From The Old Order]
The Grandmother always treated her animal friends as if they were human beings temporarily metamorphosed . . .
God does not know whether a skin is black or white, He sees only souls.
Katherine Anne PorterA 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...without disturbing the radiance which played and darted about the simple and lovely miracle of being two persons named Adam and Miranda, twenty four years old each, alive and on earth at the same moment: 'Are you in the mood for dancing?' and 'I'm always in the mood for dancing, Adam!' but there were things in the way, the day that ended with dancing was a long way to go.
Katherine Anne Porter[From Old Mortality]
The woman in the picture. . . was only a ghost in a frame, and a sad, pretty story from old times.
[From Old Mortality]
...religion put claws on Aunt Sally and gave her a post to whet them on.
Mrs. Treadwell moved away again, from the threat of human nearness, of feeling. If she stayed to listen, she knew she would weaken little by little, she would warm up in spite of herself, perhaps in the end identify herself with the other, take on his griefs and wrongs, and if it came to that, feel finally guilty as if she herself had caused them; yes, and he would believe it too, and blame her freely. It had happened too often, could she not learn at last? All of it was no good, neither for confidant nor listener. There was no cure, no comfort, tears change nothing and words can never get at the truth. No, don't tell me any more about yourself, I am not listening, you cannot force my attention. I don't want to know you, and I will not know you. Don't try to come nearer.
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