Could she fall so low? No, there were limits, and she believed she still knew where some of them were.
Katherine Anne PorterA novel is really like a symphony where instrument after instrument has to come in at its own time, and no other.
Katherine Anne PorterIf we say I love you, it may be received with doubt, for there are times when it is hard to believe. Say I hate you, and the one spoken to believes it instantly, once for all. ... Love must be learned, and learned again and again; there is no end to it. Hate needs no instruction, but waits only to be provoked.
Katherine Anne Porter