Oh, what is life, she asked herself in desperate seriousness, in those childish unanswerable words, and what shall I do with it? - Katherine Anne Porter

I shall try to tell the truth, but the result will be fiction.

The outright propagandist sets up in me such a fury of opposition I am not apt to care much whether he has got his facts straight or not. He is like someone standing on your toes between you and an open window, describing the view to you. All I ask of him to do is to open the window, stand out of the way, and let me look at the view for myself.

Could she fall so low? No, there were limits, and she believed she still knew where some of them were.