Katherine Anne Porter Quotes About Children

Quotes about: Children

• 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

  Children, Wind, Spiders

• You can't write about people out of textbooks, and you can't use jargon. You have to speak clearly and simply and purely in a language that a six-year-old child can understand; and yet have the meanings and the overtones of language, and the implications, that appeal to the highest intelligence.

  Katherine Anne Porter

  Children, Writing, Years

  Katherine Anne Porter, Joan Givner (1987). “Katherine Anne Porter: Conversations”, p.94, Univ. Press of Mississippi

• Childhood is the fiery furnace in which we are melted down to essentials and that essential shaped for good.

  Katherine Anne Porter

  Children, Childhood, Essentials

  Katherine Anne Porter (2008). “Katherine Anne Porter: Collected Stories & Other Writings”, p.650, Library of America

• Don't you love being alive?" asked Miranda. "Don't you love weather and the colors at different times of the day, and all the sounds and noises like children screaming in the next lot, and automobile horns and little bands playing in the street and the smell of food cooking?" "I love to swim, too." said Adam. "So do I," said Miranda, "we never did swim together.

  Katherine Anne Porter

  Children, Smell, Color

  Katherine Anne Porter (2008). “Katherine Anne Porter: Collected Stories & Other Writings”, p.384, Library of America

• All the old houses that I knew when I was a child were full of books, bought generation after generation by members of the family. Nobody told you to read this or not to read that.

  Katherine Anne Porter

  Children, Book, House

  Katherine Anne Porter, Joan Givner (1987). “Katherine Anne Porter: Conversations”, p.79, Univ. Press of Mississippi

• I was always restless, always a roving spirit. When I was a little child I was always running away. I never got very far, but they were always having to come and fetch me. Once when I was about six, my father came to get me somewhere I'd gone, and he told me later he'd asked me, "Why are you so restless? Why can't you stay here with us?" and I said to him, "I want to go and see the world. I want to know the world like the palm of my hand.

  Katherine Anne Porter

  Running, Children, Father

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