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1:Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest. ~ William Faulkner, #KEYS
2:Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely. ~ William Faulkner, #KEYS
3:Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
~ William Faulkner,#KEYS
4:The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost. ~ William Faulkner, #KEYS
5:The next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean. ~ William Faulkner, #KEYS
*** WISDOM TROVE ***
1:Go on and wonder. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 2:Listen to the voices. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 3:I listen to the voices. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 4:I will never lie again. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 5:Poor man. Poor mankind. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 6:Caddy smelled like trees. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 7:History is not was, it is. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 8:You can't. You just have to. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 9:Who gathers the withered rose? ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 10:My, my. A body does get around. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 11:She was the captain of her soul ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 12:Try to be better than yourself. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 13:Read, read read. Read everything. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 14:I decline to accept the end of man. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 15:Idleness breeds our better virtues. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 16:A man is the sum of his misfortunes. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 17:Did you ever have a sister? did you? ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 18:Civilization begins with distillation ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 19:No one individual can tell the truth. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 20:A gentleman can live through anything. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 21:Don't be & 22:Love doesn't die; the men and women do. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 23:. . . Like giving caviar to an elephant. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 24:The past isn't over. It isn't even past. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 25:You men,' she says. & 26:If a story is in you, it has to come out. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 27:Pouring out liquor is like burning books. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 28:If there is a God what the hell is He for? ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 29:The past is never dead. It's not even past. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 30:In writing, you must kill all your darlings. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 31:Between grief and nothing, I will take grief. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 32:I believe in God, God. God, I believe in God. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 33:Some things you must always be unable to bear. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 34:There is no such thing as was - only is. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 35:I don't want money badly enough to work for it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 36:The writer's only responsibility is to his art. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 37:You have to write badly in order to write well. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 38:No man can write who is not first a humanitarian ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 39:Only when the clock stops does time come to life ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 40:Don't do what you can do - try what you can't do. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 41:I am not one of those women who can stand things. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 42:If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 43:The past is never forgotten; it's never even past ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 44:The salvation of the world is in man's suffering. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 45:It's terrible to be young. It's terrible. Terrible ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 46:Nicknames are vulgar. Only common people use them. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 47:All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 48:I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 49:Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 50:Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 51:We shall not kill and maybe next time we even won't. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 52:She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 53:We have to start teaching ourselves not to be afraid. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 54:The best fiction is far more true than any journalism. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 55:Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 56:Henry James was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 57:Believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 58:I say money has no value; it's just the way you spend it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 59:Well, it's like this. I ain't got to but I can't help it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 60:Curiosity is a mistress whose slaves decline no sacrifice. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 61:Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 62:Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 63:Don Quixote — I read that every year, as some do the Bible. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 64:I believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 65:In every writer there is a certain amount of the scavenger. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 66:Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August] ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 67:Purity is a negative state and therefore contrary to nature. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 68:Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 69:When ideas come, I write them; when they don't come, I don't. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 70:It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 71:The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 72:War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 73:When my horse is running good, I don't stop to give him sugar. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 74:. . . You cant understand it. You would have to be born there. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 75:A man never gets anywhere if facts and his ledgers don't square. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 76:Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 77:Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 78:Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 79:Marriage is long enough to have plenty of room for time behind it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 80:In my opinion it's a shame that there is so much work in the world. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 81:The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 82:Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 83:That's a very good way to learn the craft of writing - from reading. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 84:... the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 85:It is the writer's privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 86:True poetry is not of earth, & 87:Why that's a hundred miles away. That's a long way to go just to eat. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 88:I'm inclined to think that a military background wouldn't hurt anyone. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 89:The writer has three sources: imagination, observation, and experience ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 90:Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 91:How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 92:... It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 93:I've got to feel the pencil and see the words at the end of the pencil, ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 94:Love in the young requires as little of hope as of desire to feed upon. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 95:Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 96:I draw no petty social lines. A man to me is a man, wherever I find him. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 97:The work of the artist is to lift up peoples hearts and help them endure ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 98:What a writer's obituary should read - he wrote the books, then he died. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 99:He is thinking quietly: I should not have got out of the habit of prayer. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 100:Hemingway shot himself. I don't like a man that takes the short way home. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 101:Riches is nothing in the face of the Lord, for He can see into the heart. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 102:We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 103:A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 104:... how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 105:I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 106:You must always know the past, for there is no real Was, there is only Is. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 107:And sure enough, even waiting will end... if you can just wait long enough. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 108:Don't bother just to be better than others. Try to be better than yourself. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 109:Just when do men that have different blood in them stop hating one another? ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 110:Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency to get the book written. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 111:No battle is ever won ... victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 112:The Swiss are not a people so much as a neat, clean, quite solvent business. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 113:The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 114:To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 115:The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 116:We must just stay awake and see evil done for a little while it's not always. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 117:It feels almost soft, like something to be caressed. Only gold feels that way. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 118:We have all heard what we wanted to hear! Truth that sounds right to our ears! ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 119:I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 120:Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 121:Most men are a little better than their circumstances give them a chance to be. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 122:People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 123:She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 124:The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 125:Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 126:He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 127:The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 128:Fear is the most damnable, damaging thing to human personality in the whole world. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 129:People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 130:The writer doesn't need economic freedom. All he needs is a pencil and some paper. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 131:Had Passion and Purity never encountered, Tenderness had never come into the world. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 132:I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 133:You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 134:Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 135:Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 136:Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 137:I took out my watch and listened to it clicking away, not knowing it couldn't even lie ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 138:You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 139:I knew that nobody but a luckless man could ever need a doctor in the face of a cyclone. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 140:Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it's the only way you can do anything good. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 141:No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 142:Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 143:There is no such thing as was—only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 144:It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 145:Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 146:The artists who want to be writers, read the reviews; the artists who want to write, don't. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 147:There is no such thing as a bad whisky. Some whiskies just happen to be better than others. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 148:There is no such thing as was - only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 149:If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, all of us. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 150:... no man can cause more grief than the one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancesters. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 151:It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That's how the world is going to end. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 152:Let the past abolish the past when - and if - it can substitute something better. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 153:To the man grown the long crowded mile of his boyhood becomes less than the throw of a stone. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 154:Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 155:The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 156:Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love? ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 157:People ... have tried to evoke God or devil to justify them in what their glands insisted upon. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 158:Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 159:A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 160:A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 161:This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 162:Perhaps they were right in putting love into books, . . . Perhaps it could not live anywhere else. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 163:A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 164:I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 165:Mississippi begins in a lobby of a Memphis, Tennessee hotel and extends south to the Gulf of Mexico ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 166:This is a free country. Folks have a right to send me letters, and I have a right not to read them. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 167:In Europe, being an artist is a form of behavior. In America, it's an excuse for a form of behavior. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 168:It seems impossible for a man to learn the value of money without first having to learn to waste it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 169:Ever since then I have believed that God is not only a gentleman and a sport; he is a Kentuckian too. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 170:I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o'clock every day. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 171:I do not rewrite unless I am absolutely sure that I can express the material better if I do rewrite it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 172:Landlord of a bordello! The company's good and the mornings are quiet, which is the best time to write. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 173:The necessity of the idea creates its own style. The material itself dictates how it should be written. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 174:Maybe the only thing worse than having to give gratitude constantlyall the time, is having to accept it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 175:It is my ambition to be, as a private individual, abolished and voided from history, leaving it markless. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 176:Necessity has a way of obliterating from our conduct various delicate scruples regarding honor and pride. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 177:Though children can accept adults as adults, adults can never accept children as anything but adults too. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 178:You can't beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 179:A writer is trying to create believable people in credible moving situations in the most moving way he can. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 180:And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 181:Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 182:My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 183:There is that might-have-been which is the single rock we cling to above the maelstrom of unbearable reality. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 184:A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 185:... only the peak feels so sound and stable that the beginning of the falling is hidden for a little while... ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 186:Our most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories. The past is never dead, it is not even past. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 187:A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station…. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 188:And when I think about that, I think that if nothing but being married will help a man, he's durn nigh hopeless. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 189:Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 190:You should approach Joyce's Ulysses as the illiterate Baptist preacher approaches the Old Testament: with faith. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 191:If you could just ravel out into time. That would be nice. It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 192:Well, between Scotch and nothin', I suppose I'd take Scotch. It's the nearest thing to good moonshine I can find. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 193:Well, between Scotch and nothin', I suppose I’d take Scotch. It’s the nearest thing to good moonshine I can find. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 194:A writer strives to express a universal truth in the way that rings the most bells in the shortest amount of time. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 195:There are some things for which three words are three too many, and three thousand words that many words too less. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 196:A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 197:Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 198:A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 199:An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 200:any live man is better than any dead man but no live or dead man is very much better than any other live or dead man ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 201:My ideal job? Landlord of a bordello! The company's good and the mornings are quiet, which is the best time to write. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 202:The books I read are the ones I knew and loved when I was a young man and to which I return as you do to old friends. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 203:An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 204:The poets are almost always wrong about the facts. That's because they're not interested in the facts, only the truth. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 205:Whatever its symbol - cross or crescent or whatever - that symbol is man's reminder of his duty inside the human race. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 206:Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 207:He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 208:All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 209:An artist is completely amoral in that he will rob, beg, borrow, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 210:I don't know anything about inspiration because I don't know what inspiration is; I've heard about it, but I never saw it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 211:Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 212:The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 213:The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 214:I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it! ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 215:It is assumed that anyone who makes a million dollars has a unique gift, though he might have made it off some useless gadget. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 216:The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 217:The poets are almost always wrong about the facts... That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth... ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 218:We could live like counts. ... If all that money is out there, I might as well hack a little on the side and put the novel off. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 219:Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 220:Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 221:War is an episode, a crisis, a fever the purpose of which is to rid the body of fever. So the purpose of a war is to end the war. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 222:Women ... to them any wedding is better than no wedding and a big wedding with a villain preferable to a small one with a saint. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 223:A fellow gets to thinking. About all the sorrow and afflictions in this world; how it's liable to strike anywhere, like lightning. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 224:It wasn't until the Nobel Prize that they really thawed out. They couldn't understand my books, but they could understand $30,000. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 225:Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 226:The writer in America isn't part of the culture of this country. He's like a fine dog. People like him around, but he's of no use. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 227:I believe man will not merely endure, he will prevail... because he has a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 228:It's not when you realise that nothing can help you - religion, pride, anything - it's when you realise that you don't need any aid. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 229:It's not when you realize that nothing can help you ‚ religion, pride, anything ‚ it's when you realize that you don't need any aid. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 230:Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 231:The most important thing is insight, that is to be - curious - to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 232:The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 233:To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 234:All men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 235:Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 236:You like orchids?... Nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 237:Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar... ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 238:When I have one martini, I feel bigger, wiser, taller. When I have a second, I feel superlative. When I have more, there's no holding me. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 239:I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long enough to exhaust it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 240:Surely heaven must have something of the color and shape of whatever village or hill or cottage of which the believer says, This is my own. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 241:Women do have an affinity for evil, for believing that no woman is to be trusted, but that some men are too innocent to protect themselves. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 242:You don't dare think whole even to yourself the entirety of a dear hope or wish let alone a desperate one else you yourself have doomed it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 243:I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue... ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 244:... surely there is something in madness, even the demoniac, which Satan flees, aghast at his own handiwork, and which God looks on in pity.. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 245:So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice... ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 246:ingenuity was apparently given man in order that he may supply himself in crisis with shapes and sounds with which to guard himself from truth. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 247:The best job that was ever offered to me was to become a landlord in a brothel. In my opinion it's the perfect milieu for an artist to work in. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 248:Time is a fluid condition which has no existence except in the momentary avatars of individual people. There is no such thing as was - only is. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 249:Every man has a different idea of what's beautiful, and it's best to take the gesture, the shadow of the branch, and let the mind create the tree. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 250:A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 251:She is like all the rest of them. Whether they are seventeen or fortyseven, when they finally come to surrender completely, it's going to be in words. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 252:To me, all human behavior is unpredictable and, considering man's frailty... and... the ramshackle universe he functions in, it's... all irrational. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 253:So vast, so limitless in capacity is man's imagination to disperse and burn away the rubble-dross of fact and probability, leaving only truth and dream. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 254:The last sound on the worthless earth will be two human beings trying to launch a homemade spaceship and already quarreling about where they are going next. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 255:Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death. Good ones don't have time to bother with success or getting rich. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 256:One of the saddest things is that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat ... nor make love for eight hours. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 257:There were many things I could do for two or three days and earn enough money to live on for the rest of the month. By temperament I'm a vagabond and a tramp. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 258:There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thing I need. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 259:Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 260:She forced herself once more to think of nothing, to keep her consciousness immersed, as a little dog that one keeps under water until he has stopped struggling ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 261:Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 262:Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 263:the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 264:Gough never pretended to perfection or to sainthood - well, hardly ever. Although when he set off the metal detector at airport security, he would blame his aura. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 265:It is not proof that I sought. I, of all men, know that proof is but a fallacy invented by man to justify to himself and his fellows his own crass lust and folly. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 266:That's sad too, people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 267:The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 268:I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 269:Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 270:One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat... nor make love for eight hours... ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 271:When I was little there was a picture in one of our books, a dark place into which a single weak ray of light came slanting upon two faces lifted out of the shadow. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 272:For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it's still not yet two o'clock on that July afternoon in 1863. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 273:... thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 274:The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 275:For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it's still not yet two o'clock on that July afternoon in 1863... ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 276:Life was created in the valleys. It blew up onto the hills on the old terrors, the old lusts, the old despairs. That's why you must walk up the hills so you can ride down. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 277:... and you don t have to sleep alone you don t even have to sleep at all and so all you have to do is show the stick to the dog now and then and say Thank God for nothing. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 278:Even at sixty-two, I can still go harder and further and longer than some of the others. That is, I seem to have reached the point where all I have to risk is just my bones. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 279:Setting an example for your children takes all the fun out of middle age Conditions are never just right. People who delay action until all factors are favorable do nothing. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 280:The writer's only responsibility is to his art... If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the & 281:Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 282:If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 283:The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 284:The next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 285:Thank God you can flee, can escape from that massy five-foot-thick maggot-cheesy solidarity which overlays the earth, in which men and women in couples are ranked like ninepins. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 286:Well, Bud," he said, looking at me, "I'll be damned if you don't go to a lot of trouble to have your fun. Kidnapping, then fighting. What do you do on your holidays? Burn houses? ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 287:I would say that music is the easiest means in which to express, but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily in words what the pure music would have done better. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 288:Man knows so little about his fellows. In his eyes all men or women act upon what he believes would motivate him if we were mad enough to do what that other man or woman is doing. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 289:It's the most satisfying occupation man has discovered yet, because you never can quite do it as well as you want to, so there's always something to wake up tomorrow morning to do. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 290:I'd have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 291:There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn't fool with booze until he's fifty; then he's a damn fool if he doesn't. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 292:I would say that music is the easiest means in which to express . . . but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily in words what the pure must would have done better. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 293:When I was a boy I first learned how much better water tastes when it has set a while in a cedar bucket. Warmish-cool, with a faint taste like the hot July wind in Cedar trees smells. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 294:By artist I mean of course everyone who has tried to create something which was not here before him, with no other tools and material than the uncommer-ciable ones of the human spirit. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 295:Then Ben wailed again, hopeless and prolonged. It was nothing. Just sound. It might have been all time and injustice and sorrow become vocal for an instant by a conjunction of planets. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 296:Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world... would do this, it would change the earth. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 297:It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 298:The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 299:The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 300:The artist is still a little like the old court jester. He's supposed to speak his vicious paradoxes with some sense in them, but he isn't part of whatever the fabric is that makes a nation. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 301:What's wrong with this world is, it's not finished yet. It is not completed to that point where man can put his final signature to the job and say, "It is finished. We made it, and it works. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 302:And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 303:The phenomenon of war is its hermaphroditism: the principles of victory and of defeat inhabit the same body and the necessary opponent, enemy, is merely the bed they self-exhaust each other on. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 304:The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene ... ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 305:We cannot choose freedom established on a hierarchy of degrees of freedom, on a caste system of equality like military rank. We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 306:With me, a story usually begins with a single idea or mental picture. The writing of the story is simply a matter of working up to that moment, to explain why it happened or what caused it to follow. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 307:Truth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on the other white is white, has now become an angle, a point of view. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 308:... if there was anything at all in the Book, anything of hope and peace for His blind and bewildered spawn which He had chosen above all others to offer immortality, THOU SHALT NOT KILL must be it... ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 309:That which is destroying the Church is not the outward groping of those within it nor the inward groping of those without, but the professionals who control it and who have removed the bells from its steeples. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 310:That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 311:A hack writer who would have been considered fourth rate in Europe, who tried out a few of the old proven & 312:A hack writer who would not have been considered a fourth rate in Europe, who tricked out a few of the old proven "sure-fire" literary skeletons with sufficient local color to intrigue the superficial and the lazy. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 313:How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 314:One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 315:They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 316:It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 317:People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. Artists do; I don't mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 318:A dream is not a very safe thing to be near... I know; I had one once. It's like a loaded pistol with a hair trigger: if it stays alive long enough, somebody is going to be hurt. But if it's a good dream, it's worth it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 319:I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem with decency and selfrespect and whatever courage is demanded, is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 320:I never promise a woman anything nor let her know what I'm going to give her. That's the only way to manage them. Always keep them guessing. If you cant think of any other way to surprise them, give them a bust in the jaw. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 321:I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem with decency and self-respect and whatever courage is demanded, is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 322:I'm a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can't and then tries the short story which is the most demanding form after poetry. And failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 323:They say that it is the practiced liar who can deceive. But so often the practiced and chronic liar deceives only himself; it is the man who all his life has been selfconvicted of veracity whose lies find quickest credence. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 324:I learned little save that most of the deeds, good and bad both, incurring opprobrium or plaudits or reward either, within the scope of man's abilities, had already been performed and were to be learned about only from books. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 325:It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 326:I'm a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry Ô¨Årst, Ô¨Ånds he can't, and then tries the short story, which is the most demanding form after poetry. And, failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 327:She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 328:It used to be I thought of death as a man something like Grandfather a friend of his a kind of private and particular friend like we used to think of Grandfather's desk not to touch it not even to talk loud in the room where it was. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 329:An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they chose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 330:I don't care much for facts, am not much interested in them, you can't stand a fact up, you've got to prop it up, and when you move to one side a little and look at it from that angle, it's not thick enough to cast a shadow in that direction. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 331:The air brightened, the running shadow patches were now the obverse, and it seemed to him that the fact that the day was clearing was another cunning stroke on the part of the foe, the fresh battle toward which he was carrying ancient wounds. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 332:Living is one constant and perpetual instant when the arras-veil before what-is-to-be hangs docile and even glad to the lightest naked thrust if we had dared, were brave enough (not wise enough: no wisdom needed here) to make the rending gash. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 333:The only rule I have is to quit while it’s still hot. Never write yourself out. Always quit when it’s going good. Then it’s easier to take it up again. If you exhaust yourself, then you’ll get into a dead spell and you’ll have trouble with it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 334:You're looking, sir, at a very dull survivor of a very gaudy life. Crippled, paralyzed in both legs. Very little I can eat, and my sleep is so near waking that it's hardly worth the name. I seem to exist largely on heat, like a newborn spider. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 335:Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid. Ain't nothing in the woods going to hurt you unless you corner it, or it smells that you are afraid. A bear or a deer, too, has got to be scared of a coward the same as a brave man has got to be. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 336:It's because I'm alone.. If I could just feel it, it would be different, because I would not be alone. But if I were not alone, everybody would know it. And he could do so much for me, and then I would not be alone. Then I could be all right alone. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 337:It was like something you have dreaded and feared and dodged for years until it seemed like all your life, then despite everything it happened to you and all it was was just pain, all it did was hurt and so it was all over, all finished, all right. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 338:Nothing can injure a man's writing if he's a first-rate writer. If a man is not a first-rate writer, there's not anything can help it much. The problem does not apply if he is not first rate because he has already sold his soul for a swimming pool. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 339:I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 340:I don't suppose anybody ever deliberately listens to a watch or a clock. You don't have to. You can be oblivious to the sound for a long while, then in a second of ticking it can create in the mind unbroken the long diminishing parade of time you didn't hear. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 341:I think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it. Someone else looks at it and sees a slightly awry phase of it. But taken all together, the truth is in what they saw though nobody saw the truth intact. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 342:Read, read, read. Read everything - trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out the window. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 343:I think the serious things really are the things that make for happiness& 344:You could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don't know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 345:Read, read, read. Read everything - trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 346:And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the earth and the windless october, the rank smell of the lantern fouling the brittle air, listening to the dog and the echo of louis' voice dying away ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 347:Really the writer doesn't want success. . . . He knows he has a short span of life, that the day will come when he must pass through the wall of oblivion, and he wants to leave a scratch on that wall - Kilroy was here - that somebody a hundred, or a thousand years later will see. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 348:A man. All men. He will pass up a hundred chances to do good for one chance to meddle where meddling is not wanted. He will overlook and fail to see chances, opportunities, for riches and fame and welldoing, and even sometimes for evil. But he won't fail to see a chance to meddle. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 349:As long as I live under the capitalistic system I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people. But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp. This, sir, is my resignation. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 350:When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 351:The artist is of no importance. Only what he creates is important, since there is nothing new to be said. Shakespeare, Balzac, Homer have all written about the same things, and if they had lived one thousand or two thousand years longer, the publishers wouldn't have needed anyone since. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 352:A pair of jaybirds came up from nowhere, whirled up on the blast like gaudy scraps of cloth or paper and lodged in the mulberries, where they swung in raucous tilt and recover, screaming into the wind that ripped their harsh cries onward and away like scraps of paper or of cloth in turn. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 353:The reason I don't like interviews is that I seem to react violently to personal questions. If the questions are about the work, I try to answer them. When they are about me, I may answer or I may not, but even if I do, if the same question is asked tomorrow, the answer may be different. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 354:It is as though the space between us were time: an irrevocable quality. It is as though time, no longer running straight before us in a diminishing line, now runs parallel between us like a looping string, the distance being the doubling accretion of the thread an not the interval between. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 355:I had learned a little about writing from Soldier's Pay - how to approach language, words: not with seriousness so much as an essayist does, but with a kind of alert respect, as you approach dynamite; even with joy, as you approach women: perhaps with the same secretly unscrupulous intentions. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 356:I imagine as long as people will continue to read novels, people will continue to write them, or vice versa; unless of course the pictorial magazines and comic strips finally atrophy man's capacity to read, and literature really is on its way back to the picture writing in the Neanderthal cave. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 357:The poets are wrong of course […] But then poets are almost always wrong about facts. That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth: which is why the truth they speak is so true that even those who hate poets by simple and natural instinct are exalted and terrified by it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 358:She wouldn't say what we both knew. & 359:I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work - a life's work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. So this award is only mine in trust. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 360:In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 361:I think that-that anyone, the painter, the musician, the writer works in a-a kind of an-an insane fury. He's demon-driven. He can get up feeling rotten, with a hangover, or with-with actual pain, and-and if he gets to work, the first thing he knows, he don't remember that pain, that hangover-he's too busy. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 362:Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame. No matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the back either. Just refuse to bear them. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 363:It always takes a man that never made much at any thing to tell you how to run your business, though. Like these college professors without a whole pair of socks to his name, telling you how to make a million in ten years, and a woman that couldn't even get a husband can always tell you how to raise a family. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 364:People everywhere are about the same, but ... it did seem that in a small town, where evil is harder to accomplish, where opportunities for privacy are scarcer, that people can invent more of it in other people's names. Because that was all it required: that idea, that single idle word blown from mind to mind. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 365:A man or a race either if he's any good can survive his past without even needing to escape from it and not because of the high quite often only too rhetorical rhetoric of humanity but for the simple indubitable practical reason of his future: that capacity to survive and absorb and endure and still be steadfast. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 366:Our freedom must be buttressed by a homogeny equally and unchallengeably free, no matter what color they are, so that all the other inimical forces everywhere - systems political or religious or racial or national - will not just respect us because we practice freedom, they will fear us because we do. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 367:They will endure. They are better than we are. Stronger than we are. Their vices are vices aped from white men or that white men and bondage have taught them: improvidence and intemperance and evasion-not laziness: evasion: of what white men had set them to, not for their aggrandizement or even comfort but his own. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 368:It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 369:Sometimes I aint so sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he aint. Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It's like it aint so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 370:One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight hours a day nor make love for eight hours -all you can do for eight hours is work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everybody else so miserable and unhappy. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 371:When something is new and hard and bright, there ought to be something a little better for it than just being safe, since the safe things are just the things that folks have been doing so long they have worn the edges off and there's nothing to the doing of them that leaves a man to say, That was not done before and it cannot be done again. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 372:Where the shadow of the bridge fell I could see down for a long way, but not as far as the bottom. When you leave a leaf in water a long time after awhile the tissue will be gone and the delicate fibres waving slow as the motion of sleep. They don't touch one another, no matter how knotted up they once were, no matter how close they lay once to the bones. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 373:I can remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind - and that of the minds who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 374:No one is without Christianity, if we agree on what we mean by that word. It is every individual's individual code of behavior by means of which he makes himself a better human being than his nature wants to be, if he followed his nature only. Whatever its symbol - cross or crescent or whatever - that symbol is man's reminder of his duty inside the human race. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 375:So the only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost. All the wrong environment will do is run his blood pressure up; he will spend more time being frustrated or outraged. My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 376:I don't think anybody can teach anybody anything. I think that you learn it, but the young writer that is as I say demon-driven and wants to learn and has got to write, he don't know why, he will learn from almost any source that he finds. He will learn from older people who are not writers, he will learn from writers, but he learns it - you can't teach it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 377:& 378:All of us have failed to match our dream of perfection. I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. If I could write all my work again, I'm convinced I could do it better. This is the healthiest condition for an artist. That's why he keeps working, trying again: he believes each time that this time he will do it, bring it off. Of course he won't. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 379:He [the writer] must, teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed - love and honor and pity and compassion and sacrifice. See Poets & Writers ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 380:I, the dreamer clinging yet to the dream as the patient clings to the last thin unbearable ecstatic instant of agony in order to sharpen the savor of the pain's surcease, waking into the reality, the more than reality, not to the unchanged and unaltered old time but into a time altered to fit the dream which, conjunctive with the dreamer, becomes immolated and apotheosized ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 381:a fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he's already got. He'll cling to trouble he's used to before he'll risk a change. Yes. A man will talk about how he'd like to escape from living folks. But it's the dead folks that do him the damage. It's the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and dont try to hold him, that he cant escape from. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 382:So, never be afraid. Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion, against injustice and lying and greed. If you, not just you in this room tonight, but in all the thousands of other rooms like this one about the world today and tomorrow and next week, will do this, not as a class or classes, but as individuals, men and women, you will change the earth. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 383:When grown people speak of the innocence of children, they don't really know what they mean. Pressed, they will go a step further and say, Well, ignorance then. The child is neither. There is no crime which a boy of eleven had not envisaged long ago. His only innocence is, he may not yet be old enough to desire the fruits of it ... his ignorance is, he does not know how to commit it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 384:The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 385:... I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire... I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 386:…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 387:That was when I learned that words are no good; that words dont ever fit even what they are trying to say at. When he was born I knew that motherhood was invented by someone who had to have a word for it because the ones that had the children didn't care whether there was a word for it or not. I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had the fear; pride, who never had the pride. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 388:You get born and you try this and you don't know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don't know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 389:... I would think how words go straight up in a thin line, quick and harmless, and how terribly doing goes along the earth, clinging to it, so that after a while the two lines are too far apart for the same person to straddle from one to the other; and that sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 390:The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the & 391:Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique. There is no mechanical way to get the writing done, no shortcut. The young writer would be a fool to follow a theory. Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error. The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 392:If we Americans are to survive it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans; to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans or black ones or purple or blue or green. If we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don't deserve to survive, and probably won t. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 393:Women are like that they don't acquire knowledge of people we are for that they are just born with a practical fertility of suspicion that makes a crop every so often and usually right they have an affinity for evil for supplying whatever the evil lacks in itself for drawing it about them instinctively as you do bed-clothing in slumber fertilizing the mind for it until the evil has served its purpose whether it ever existed or no. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 394:If we Americans are to survive it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans; to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans or black ones or purple or blue or green... If we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don't deserve to survive, and probably won't. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 395:Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done. The writer's only responsibility is to his art. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 396:Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done. The writer's only responsibility is to his art. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 397:God created man and He created the world for him to live in and I reckon He created the kind of world He would have wanted to live in if He had been a man& 398:The ideal woman which is in every man's mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist, her hand. The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement. Remember, all Tolstoy ever said to describe Anna Karenina was that she was beautiful and could see in the dark like a cat. Every man has a different idea of what's beautiful, and it's best to take the gesture, the shadow of the branch, and let the mind create the tree. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 399:Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 400:The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, It moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immotality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artists way of scribbling "Kilroy was here" on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 401:The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist's way of scribbling "Kilroy was here" on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 402:He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself. But the street ran on: catlike, one place was the same as another to him. But in none of them could he be quiet. But the street ran on in its moods and phases, always empty: he might have seen himself as in numberless avatars, in silence, doomed with motion, driven by the courage of flagged and spurred despair; by the despair of courage whose opportunities had to be flagged and spurred. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 403:He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear... .One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 404:People between twenty and forty are not sympathetic. The child has the capacity to do but it can't know. It only knows when it is no longer able to do -after forty. Between twenty and forty the will of the child to do gets stronger, more dangerous, but it has not begun to learn to know yet. Since his capacity to do is forced into channels of evil through environment and pressures, man is strong before he is moral. The world's anguish is caused by people between twenty and forty. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 405:Yes sir. You can be more careless, you can put more trash in [a novel] and be excused for it. In a short story that's next to the poem, almost every word has got to be almost exactly right. In the novel you can be careless but in the short story you can't. I mean by that the good short stories like Chekhov wrote. That's why I rate that second - it's because it demands a nearer absolute exactitude. You have less room to be slovenly and careless. There's less room in it for trash. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 406:It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted," he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 407:They say love dies between two people. That’s wrong. It doesn’t die. It just leaves you, goes away, if you aren’t good enough, worthy enough. It doesn’t die; you’re the the one that dies. It’s like the ocean: if you’re no good, if you begin to make a bad smell in it, it just spews you up somewhere to die. You die anyway, but I had rather drown in the ocean than be urped up onto a strip of dead beach and be dried away by the sun into a little foul smear with no name to it, just this was for an epitaph ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 408:In the South you are ashamed of being a virgin. Boys. Men. They lie about it. Because it means less to women, Father said. He said it was men invented virginity not women. Father said it's like death: only a state in which the others are left and I said, But to believe it doesn't matter and he said, That's what's so sad about anything: not only virginity and I said, Why couldn't it have been me and not her who is unvirgin and he said, That's why that's sad too; nothing is even worth the changing of it... ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 409:The past is never dead. It's not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity. Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations. The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 410:We will have to choose not between color nor race nor religion nor between East and West either, but simply between being slaves and being free. And we will have to choose completely and for good; the time is already past now when we can choose a little of each, a little of both. We can choose a state of slavedom, and if we are powerful enough to be among the top two or three or ten, we can have a certain amount of license - until someone more powerful rises and has us machine-gunned against a cellar wall. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 411:. . .in August in Mississippi there’s a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there’s a foretaste of fall, it’s cool, there’s a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and - from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then it’s gone. . .the title reminded me of that time, of a luminosity older than our Christian civilization. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 412:He made the earth first and peopled it with dumb creatures, and then He created man to be His overseer on the earth and to hold suzerainty over the earth and the animals on it in His name, not to hold for himself and his descendants inviolable title forever, generation after generation, to the oblongs and squares of the earth, but to hold the earth mutual and intact in the communal anonymity of brotherhood, and all the fee He asked was pity and humility and sufferance and endurance and the sweat of has face for bread. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 413:Because there is something in the touch of flesh with flesh which abrogates, cuts sharp and straight across the devious intricate channels of decorous ordering, which enemies as well as lovers know because it makes them both: - touch and touch of that which is the citadel of the central I-Am's private own: not spirit, soul; the liquorish and ungirdled mind is anyone's to take in any any darkened hallway of this earthly tenement. But let flesh touch with flesh, and watch the fall of all the eggshell shibboleth of caste and color too. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 414:Good art can come out of thieves, bootleggers, or horse swipes. People really are afraid to find out just how much hardship and poverty they can stand. They are afraid to find out how tough they are. Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death. Good ones don't have time to bother with success or getting rich. Success is feminine and like a woman; if you cringe before her, she will override you. So the way to treat her is to show her the back of your hand. Then maybe she will do the crawling. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 415:I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as when he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the starting and the stopping. And like he would be kind of proud of whatever come up to make the moving or the setting still look hard. He set there on the wagon hunched up, blinking, listening to us tell about how quick the bridge went and how high the water was, and I be durn if he didn't act like he was proud of it, like he had made the river rise himself. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 416:It has always seemed to me that the only painless death must be that which takes the intelligence by violent surprise and from the rear so to speak since if death be anything at all beyond a brief and peculiar emotional state of the bereaved it must be a brief and likewise peculiar state of the subject as well and if aught can be more painful to any intelligence above that of a child or an idiot than a slow and gradual confronting with that which over a long period of bewilderment and dread it has been taught to regard as an irrevocable and unplumbable finality, I do not know it. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove 417:At one time I thought the most important thing was talent. I think now that the young man must possess or teach himself, training himself, in infinite patience, which is to try and to try until it comes right. He must train himself in ruthless intolerance-that is to throw away anything that is false no matter how much he might love that page or that paragraph. The most important thing is insight, that is to be-curiosity-to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does, and if you have that, then I don't think the talent makes much difference, whether you've got it or not. ~ william-faulkner, @wisdomtrove *** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***
1:I listen to the voices. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
2:I will never lie again. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
3:Poor man. Poor mankind. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
4:Caddy smelled like trees. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
5:Wonder. Go on and wonder. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
6:History is not was, it is. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
7:You can't. You just have to. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
8:Who gathers the withered rose? ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
9:My, my. A body does get around. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
10:She was the captain of her soul ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
11:Try to be better than yourself. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
12:Don't be 'a writer'. Be writing. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
13:Read, read read. Read everything. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
14:You men,' she says. 'You durn men. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
15:I decline to accept the end of man. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
16:Idleness breeds our better virtues. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
17:A man is the sum of his misfortunes. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
18:Did you ever have a sister? did you? ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
19:Civilization begins with distillation ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
20:No one individual can tell the truth. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
21:A gentleman can live through anything. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
22:Love doesn't die; the men and women do. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
23:Once a bitch always a bitch, what I say. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
24:The past isn't over. It isn't even past. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
25:If a story is in you, it has to come out. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
26:Pouring out liquor is like burning books. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
27:If there is a God what the hell is He for? ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
28:The past is never dead. It's not even past. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
29:In writing, you must kill all your darlings. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
30:Between grief and nothing, I will take grief. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
31:I believe in God, God. God, I believe in God. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
32:I don't want money badly enough to work for it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
33:The writer's only responsibility is to his art. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
34:You have to write badly in order to write well. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
35:No man can write who is not first a humanitarian ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
36:Only when the clock stops does time come to life ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
37:Don't do what you can do - try what you can't do. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
38:I am not one of those women who can stand things. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
39:If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
40:The salvation of the world is in man's suffering. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
41:It's terrible to be young. It's terrible. Terrible ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
42:All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
43:I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
44:Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
45:Pointless. . . . Like giving caviar to an elephant. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
46:Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
47:We shall not kill and maybe next time we even won't. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
48:She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
49:The past isn’t dead. It isn’t even past.” —William Faulkner ~ Tim Powers, #NFDB
50:We have to start teaching ourselves not to be afraid. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
51:The best fiction is far more true than any journalism. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
52:Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
53:Henry James was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
54:Believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
55:I say money has no value; it's just the way you spend it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
56:Curiosity is a mistress whose slaves decline no sacrifice. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
57:Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
58:Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
59:Don Quixote — I read that every year, as some do the Bible. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
60:In every writer there is a certain amount of the scavenger. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
61:Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August] ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
62:Purity is a negative state and therefore contrary to nature. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
63:Facts and truth really don't have much to do with each other. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
64:The past is never dead. It is not even past.” —WILLIAM FAULKNER ~ Sarah Schulman, #NFDB
65:When ideas come, I write them; when they don't come, I don't. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
66:It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
67:War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
68:When my horse is running good, I don't stop to give him sugar. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
69:The past is never dead. It’s not even past.
—William Faulkner ~ Stephanie Tyler,#NFDB
70:True poetry is not of earth, 'T is more of Heaven by its birth. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
71:A man never gets anywhere if facts and his ledgers don't square. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
72:Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
73:Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
74:Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
75:Marriage is long enough to have plenty of room for time behind it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
76:In my opinion it's a shame that there is so much work in the world. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
77:...the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
78:The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
79:Unless you're ashamed of yourself now and then, you're not honest. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
80:Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
81:That's a very good way to learn the craft of writing - from reading. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
82:Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
83:It is the writer's privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
84:Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
85:I'm inclined to think that a military background wouldn't hurt anyone. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
86:...It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
87:The writer has three sources: imagination, observation, and experience ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
88:Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
89:How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
90:I've got to feel the pencil and see the words at the end of the pencil. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
91:Love in the young requires as little of hope as of desire to feed upon. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
92:Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
93:I draw no petty social lines. A man to me is a man, wherever I find him. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
94:What a writer's obituary should read - he wrote the books, then he died. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
95:He is thinking quietly: I should not have got out of the habit of prayer. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
96:Hemingway shot himself. I don't like a man that takes the short way home. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
97:...how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
98:Riches is nothing in the face of the Lord, for He can see into the heart. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
99:We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
100:And sure enough, even waiting will end...if you can just wait long enough. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
101:A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
102:Gettysburg. . . . You cant understand it. You would have to be born there. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
103:I am trying to say it all in one sentence, between one cap and one period. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
104:You must always know the past, for there is no real Was, there is only Is. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
105:Don't bother just to be better than others. Try to be better than yourself. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
106:Just when do men that have different blood in them stop hating one another? ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
107:No battle is ever won ... victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
108:The Swiss are not a people so much as a neat, clean, quite solvent business. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
109:The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
110:To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
111:The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
112:We must just stay awake and see evil done for a little while it's not always. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
113:It feels almost soft, like something to be caressed. Only gold feels that way. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
114:We have all heard what we wanted to hear! Truth that sounds right to our ears! ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
115:I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
116:Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
117:Most men are a little better than their circumstances give them a chance to be. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
118:People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
119:She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
120:The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
121:Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
122:He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
123:The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
124:Fear is the most damnable, damaging thing to human personality in the whole world. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
125:People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
126:The writer doesn't need economic freedom. All he needs is a pencil and some paper. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
127:Had Passion and Purity never encountered, Tenderness had never come into the world. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
128:I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
129:Let the past abolish the past when -- and if -- it can substitute something better. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
130:You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
131:Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
132:Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
~ William Faulkner,#NFDB
133:Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
134:Success is feminine and like a woman, if you cringe before her, she will override you ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
135:I took out my watch and listened to it clicking away, not knowing it couldn't even lie ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
136:You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
137:How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. —William Faulkner ~ Nic Pizzolatto, #NFDB
138:I knew that nobody but a luckless man could ever need a doctor in the face of a cyclone. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
139:Patricia: Do you know William Faulkner?
Michel: No. Who's he? Have you slept with him? ~ Jean Luc Godard,#NFDB
140:Der Mensch, der einen Berg versetzt, beginnt mit dem Tragen kleiner Steine. (William Faulkner) ~ Veit Lindau, #NFDB
141:No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
142:Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
143:It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
144:Literature is a struggle over the nature of reality.
--Richard Wright to William Faulkner ~ Richard Wright,#NFDB
145:Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
146:The artists who want to be writers, read the reviews; the artists who want to write, don't. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
147:There is no such thing as a bad whisky. Some whiskies just happen to be better than others. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
148:There is no such thing as was - only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
149:If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, all of us. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
150:It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That's how the world is going to end. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
151:To the man grown the long crowded mile of his boyhood becomes less than the throw of a stone. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
152:Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
153:People ... have tried to evoke God or devil to justify them in what their glands insisted upon. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
154:The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
155:Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love? ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
156:Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
157:A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
158:A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
159:This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
160:Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but that's the only way you can do anything really good. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
161:A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
162:I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
163:Mississippi begins in a lobby of a Memphis, Tennessee hotel and extends south to the Gulf of Mexico ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
164:This is a free country. Folks have a right to send me letters, and I have a right not to read them. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
165:I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
166:In Europe, being an artist is a form of behavior. In America, it's an excuse for a form of behavior. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
167:It seems impossible for a man to learn the value of money without first having to learn to waste it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
168:Ever since then I have believed that God is not only a gentleman and a sport; he is a Kentuckian too. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
169:Id love to have William Faulkner, Beethoven and Bach over. I want to find out what makes those guys tick! ~ Candy Crowley, #NFDB
170:I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o'clock every day. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
171:Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
172:I do not rewrite unless I am absolutely sure that I can express the material better if I do rewrite it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
173:I subscribe to William Faulkner's' view that history is not just about what we were before but who we are now. ~ Ken Burns, #NFDB
174:Only the peak feels so sound and stable that the beginning of the falling is hidden for a little while. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
175:The necessity of the idea creates its own style. The material itself dictates how it should be written. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
176:Maybe the only thing worse than having to give gratitude constantlyall the time, is having to accept it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
177:It is my ambition to be, as a private individual, abolished and voided from history, leaving it markless. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
178:Necessity has a way of obliterating from our conduct various delicate scruples regarding honor and pride. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
179:Though children can accept adults as adults, adults can never accept children as anything but adults too. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
180:You can't beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
181:A writer is trying to create believable people in credible moving situations in the most moving way he can. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
182:And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
183:Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
184:My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
185:There is that might-have-been which is the single rock we cling to above the maelstrom of unbearable reality. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
186:Our most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories. The past is never dead, it is not even past. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
187:A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station…. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
188:And when I think about that, I think that if nothing but being married will help a man, he's durn nigh hopeless. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
189:Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
190:I only write when I am inspired. Fortunately I am inspired at nine o’clock every morning.” ~ S J Scott William Faulkner ~ S J Scott, #NFDB
191:You should approach Joyce's Ulysses as the illiterate Baptist preacher approaches the Old Testament: with faith. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
192:If you could just ravel out into time. That would be nice. It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
193:Well, between Scotch and nothin', I suppose I'd take Scotch. It's the nearest thing to good moonshine I can find. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
194:A writer strives to express a universal truth in the way that rings the most bells in the shortest amount of time. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
195:There are some things for which three words are three too many, and three thousand words that many words too less. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
196:A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
197:Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
198:A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
199:An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
200:any live man is better than any dead man but no live or dead man is very much better than any other live or dead man ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
201:My ideal job? Landlord of a bordello! The company's good and the mornings are quiet, which is the best time to write. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
202:The books I read are the ones I knew and loved when I was a young man and to which I return as you do to old friends. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
203:Whatever its symbol - cross or crescent or whatever - that symbol is man's reminder of his duty inside the human race. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
204:Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
205:He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
206:All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
207:An artist is completely amoral in that he will rob, beg, borrow, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
208:I don't know anything about inspiration because I don't know what inspiration is; I've heard about it, but I never saw it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
209:Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
210:The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
211:The poets are almost always wrong about the facts... That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth... ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
212:The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
213:I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it! ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
214:It is assumed that anyone who makes a million dollars has a unique gift, though he might have made it off some useless gadget. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
215:The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
216:We could live like counts. ... If all that money is out there, I might as well hack a little on the side and put the novel off. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
217:Women ... to them any wedding is better than no wedding and a big wedding with a villain preferable to a small one with a saint. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
218:Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
219:Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
220:War is an episode, a crisis, a fever the purpose of which is to rid the body of fever. So the purpose of a war is to end the war. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
221:A fellow gets to thinking. About all the sorrow and afflictions in this world; how it's liable to strike anywhere, like lightning. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
222:I believe man will not merely endure, he will prevail...because he has a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
223:It wasn't until the Nobel Prize that they really thawed out. They couldn't understand my books, but they could understand $30,000. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
224:Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
225:The writer in America isn't part of the culture of this country. He's like a fine dog. People like him around, but he's of no use. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
226:It's not when you realize that nothing can help you — religion, pride, anything — it's when you realize that you don't need any aid. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
227:Menfolks listens to somebody because of what he says. Women don't. They don't care what he said. They listens because of what he is. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
228:The most important thing is insight, that is to be - curious - to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
229:The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
230:To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
231:All men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
232:Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
233:Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
234:You like orchids?... Nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
235:Surely there is something in madness, even the demoniac, which Satan flees, aghast at his own handiwork, and which God looks on in pity. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
236:I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
237:When I have one martini, I feel bigger, wiser, taller. When I have a second, I feel superlative. When I have more, there's no holding me. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
238:I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long enough to exhaust it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
239:So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
240:Surely heaven must have something of the color and shape of whatever village or hill or cottage of which the believer says, This is my own. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
241:Women do have an affinity for evil, for believing that no woman is to be trusted, but that some men are too innocent to protect themselves. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
242:You don't dare think whole even to yourself the entirety of a dear hope or wish let alone a desperate one else you yourself have doomed it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
243:William Faulkner ever said wasn’t written in one of his novels, but spoken during an interview in Paris: The past is never dead; it’s not even past. ~ Greg Iles, #NFDB
244:Gonzo journalism is a style of reporting based on William Faulkner's idea that the best fiction is far more true than any kind of journalism. ~ Hunter S Thompson, #NFDB
245:ingenuity was apparently given man in order that he may supply himself in crisis with shapes and sounds with which to guard himself from truth. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
246:The best job that was ever offered to me was to become a landlord in a brothel. In my opinion it's the perfect milieu for an artist to work in. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
247:Time is a fluid condition which has no existence except in the momentary avatars of individual people. There is no such thing as was - only is. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
248:I can't change overnight into a serious literary author. You can't compare apples to oranges. William Faulkner was a great literary genius. I am not. ~ John Grisham, #NFDB
249:Every man has a different idea of what's beautiful, and it's best to take the gesture, the shadow of the branch, and let the mind create the tree. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
250:When I was twelve, I started reading Eudora Welty, Thomas Wolfe, Flannery O'Connor, James Agee, and - do we dare breathe the name - William Faulkner. ~ Frances Mayes, #NFDB
251:If you look at any list of great modern writers such as Ernest Hemingway, William Faulkner, and F. Scott Fitzgerald, you'll notice two things about them: ~ Dave Barry, #NFDB
252:To me, all human behavior is unpredictable and, considering man's frailty... and... the ramshackle universe he functions in, it's... all irrational. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
253:A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
254:She is like all the rest of them. Whether they are seventeen or fortyseven, when they finally come to surrender completely, it's going to be in words. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
255:So vast, so limitless in capacity is man's imagination to disperse and burn away the rubble-dross of fact and probability, leaving only truth and dream. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
256:But as William Faulkner said, and as I was about to learn, the past is not only still with us, the past is not even the past. The warning call from Wally, ~ James Lee Burke, #NFDB
257:The last sound on the worthless earth will be two human beings trying to launch a homemade spaceship and already quarreling about where they are going next. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
258:Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death. Good ones don't have time to bother with success or getting rich. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
259:There were many things I could do for two or three days and earn enough money to live on for the rest of the month. By temperament I'm a vagabond and a tramp. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
260:There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thing I need. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
261:Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
262:She forced herself once more to think of nothing, to keep her consciousness immersed, as a little dog that one keeps under water until he has stopped struggling ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
263:Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
264:All five of our twentieth-century literature Nobel laureates were alcoholics—Sinclair Lewis, Eugene O’Neill, William Faulkner, Ernest Hemingway, and John Steinbeck. ~ Susan Cheever, #NFDB
265:Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Do not bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
266:the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
267:Gough never pretended to perfection or to sainthood - well, hardly ever. Although when he set off the metal detector at airport security, he would blame his aura. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
268:It is not proof that I sought. I, of all men, know that proof is but a fallacy invented by man to justify to himself and his fellows his own crass lust and folly. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
269:One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can't eat...nor make love for eight hours... ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
270:That's sad too, people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
271:The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
272:I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
273:Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
274:When I was little there was a picture in one of our books, a dark place into which a single weak ray of light came slanting upon two faces lifted out of the shadow. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
275:...thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
276:The writer's only responsibility is to his art...If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
277:For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it's still not yet two o'clock on that July afternoon in 1863... ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
278:The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
279:Life was created in the valleys. It blew up onto the hills on the old terrors, the old lusts, the old despairs. That's why you must walk up the hills so you can ride down. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
280:Setting an example for your children takes all the fun out of middle age Conditions are never just right. People who delay action until all factors are favorable do nothing. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
281:Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
282:If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
283:The clock tick-tocked, solemn and profound. It might have been the dry pulse of the decaying house itself, after a while it whirred and cleared its throat and struck six times. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
284:The next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
285:Thank God you can flee, can escape from that massy five-foot-thick maggot-cheesy solidarity which overlays the earth, in which men and women in couples are ranked like ninepins. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
286:The next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
287:Man knows so little about his fellows. In his eyes all men or women act upon what he believes would motivate him if he were mad enough to do what the other man or woman is doing. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
288:Well, Bud," he said, looking at me, "I'll be damned if you don't go to a lot of trouble to have your fun. Kidnapping, then fighting. What do you do on your holidays? Burn houses? ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
289:I would say that music is the easiest means in which to express, but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily in words what the pure music would have done better. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
290:It's the most satisfying occupation man has discovered yet, because you never can quite do it as well as you want to, so there's always something to wake up tomorrow morning to do. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
291:I'd have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
292:There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn't fool with booze until he's fifty; then he's a damn fool if he doesn't. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
293:...and you don't even have to sleep alone, you don't even have to sleep at all; and so, all you have to do is show the stick to the dog now and then and say, 'Thank God for nothing.' ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
294:When I was a boy I first learned how much better water tastes when it has set a while in a cedar bucket. Warmish-cool, with a faint taste like the hot July wind in Cedar trees smells. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
295:By artist I mean of course everyone who has tried to create something which was not here before him, with no other tools and material than the uncommer-ciable ones of the human spirit. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
296:Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
297:Then Ben wailed again, hopeless and prolonged. It was nothing. Just sound. It might have been all time and injustice and sorrow become vocal for an instant by a conjunction of planets. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
298:It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
299:The whiskey died away in time and was renewed and died again, but the street ran on. From that night the thousand streets ran as one street, with imperceptible corners and changes of scene. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
300:The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
301:The artist is still a little like the old court jester. He's supposed to speak his vicious paradoxes with some sense in them, but he isn't part of whatever the fabric is that makes a nation. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
302:What's wrong with this world is, it's not finished yet. It is not completed to that point where man can put his final signature to the job and say, "It is finished. We made it, and it works. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
303:And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
304:The phenomenon of war is its hermaphroditism: the principles of victory and of defeat inhabit the same body and the necessary opponent, enemy, is merely the bed they self-exhaust each other on. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
305:If there was anything at all in the Book, anything of hope and peace for His blind and bewildered spawn which He had chosen above all others to offer immortality, THOU SHALT NOT KILL must be it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
306:We cannot choose freedom established on a hierarchy of degrees of freedom, on a caste system of equality like military rank. We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
307:With me, a story usually begins with a single idea or mental picture. The writing of the story is simply a matter of working up to that moment, to explain why it happened or what caused it to follow. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
308:Truth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on the other white is white, has now become an angle, a point of view. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
309:A hack writer who would have been considered fourth rate in Europe, who tried out a few of the old proven 'sure-fire' literary skeletons with sufficient local color to intrigue the superficial and the lazy. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
310:That which is destroying the Church is not the outward groping of those within it nor the inward groping of those without, but the professionals who control it and who have removed the bells from its steeples. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
311:That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
312:How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-string: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
313:My enlightened racial consciousness demands that I reject the so-called greatness of William Faulkner and William Shakespeare. I don't have time for any of that Hamlet jive -- but Marvel superheroes are super cool. ~ Ta Nehisi Coates, #NFDB
314:One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
315:They all talked at once, their voices insistent and contradictory and impatient, making of unreality a possibility, then a probability, then an incontrovertible fact, as people will when their desires become words. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
316:It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
317:People need trouble - a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. Artists do; I don't mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
318:A dream is not a very safe thing to be near... I know; I had one once. It's like a loaded pistol with a hair trigger: if it stays alive long enough, somebody is going to be hurt. But if it's a good dream, it's worth it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
319:I never promise a woman anything nor let her know what I'm going to give her. That's the only way to manage them. Always keep them guessing. If you cant think of any other way to surprise them, give them a bust in the jaw. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
320:I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem with decency and self-respect and whatever courage is demanded, is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
321:They say that it is the practiced liar who can deceive. But so often the practiced and chronic liar deceives only himself; it is the man who all his life has been selfconvicted of veracity whose lies find quickest credence. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
322:I learned little save that most of the deeds, good and bad both, incurring opprobrium or plaudits or reward either, within the scope of man's abilities, had already been performed and were to be learned about only from books. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
323:I'm a failed poet. Maybe every novelist wants to write poetry first, finds he can't, and then tries the short story, which is the most demanding form after poetry. And, failing at that, only then does he take up novel writing. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
324:It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
325:It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
326:She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
327:It used to be I thought of death as a man something like Grandfather a friend of his a kind of private and particular friend like we used to think of Grandfather's desk not to touch it not even to talk loud in the room where it was. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
328:I don't care much for facts, am not much interested in them, you can't stand a fact up, you've got to prop it up, and when you move to one side a little and look at it from that angle, it's not thick enough to cast a shadow in that direction. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
329:The air brightened, the running shadow patches were now the obverse, and it seemed to him that the fact that the day was clearing was another cunning stroke on the part of the foe, the fresh battle toward which he was carrying ancient wounds. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
330:Living is one constant and perpetual instant when the arras-veil before what-is-to-be hangs docile and even glad to the lightest naked thrust if we had dared, were brave enough (not wise enough: no wisdom needed here) to make the rending gash. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
331:The only rule I have is to quit while it’s still hot. Never write yourself out. Always quit when it’s going good. Then it’s easier to take it up again. If you exhaust yourself, then you’ll get into a dead spell and you’ll have trouble with it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
332:You're looking, sir, at a very dull survivor of a very gaudy life. Crippled, paralyzed in both legs. Very little I can eat, and my sleep is so near waking that it's hardly worth the name. I seem to exist largely on heat, like a newborn spider. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
333:Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid. Ain't nothing in the woods going to hurt you unless you corner it, or it smells that you are afraid. A bear or a deer, too, has got to be scared of a coward the same as a brave man has got to be. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
334:It's because I'm alone.. If I could just feel it, it would be different, because I would not be alone. But if I were not alone, everybody would know it. And he could do so much for me, and then I would not be alone. Then I could be all right alone. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
335:It was like something you have dreaded and feared and dodged for years until it seemed like all your life, then despite everything it happened to you and all it was was just pain, all it did was hurt and so it was all over, all finished, all right. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
336:Nothing can injure a man's writing if he's a first-rate writer. If a man is not a first-rate writer, there's not anything can help it much. The problem does not apply if he is not first rate because he has already sold his soul for a swimming pool. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
337:I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
338:I don't suppose anybody ever deliberately listens to a watch or a clock. You don't have to. You can be oblivious to the sound for a long while, then in a second of ticking it can create in the mind unbroken the long diminishing parade of time you didn't hear. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
339:I think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it. Someone else looks at it and sees a slightly awry phase of it. But taken all together, the truth is in what they saw though nobody saw the truth intact. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
340:I believe that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of [man’s] puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. William Faulkner ~ Mary Karr, #NFDB
341:I think the serious things really are the things that make for happiness--people and things that are compatible, love.... So many people are content just to sit around and talk about them instead of getting out and attaining them. As if life were a joke of some kind. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
342:Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
343:You could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don't know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
344:Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.
Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window. ~ William Faulkner,#NFDB
345:I stopped reading William Faulkner because it's hard work. I want to read a good writer, but I also want to read something where the pages are going to move along. That's what I want. It doesn't have to be a thriller or a mystery. Just something where I get caught up in the story. ~ John Grisham, #NFDB
346:And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the earth and the windless october, the rank smell of the lantern fouling the brittle air, listening to the dog and the echo of louis' voice dying away ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
347:Really the writer doesn't want success. . . . He knows he has a short span of life, that the day will come when he must pass through the wall of oblivion, and he wants to leave a scratch on that wall - Kilroy was here - that somebody a hundred, or a thousand years later will see. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
348:A man. All men. He will pass up a hundred chances to do good for one chance to meddle where meddling is not wanted. He will overlook and fail to see chances, opportunities, for riches and fame and welldoing, and even sometimes for evil. But he won't fail to see a chance to meddle. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
349:As long as I live under the capitalistic system I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people. But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp. This, sir, is my resignation. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
350:When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
351:The artist is of no importance. Only what he creates is important, since there is nothing new to be said. Shakespeare, Balzac, Homer have all written about the same things, and if they had lived one thousand or two thousand years longer, the publishers wouldn't have needed anyone since. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
352:A pair of jaybirds came up from nowhere, whirled up on the blast like gaudy scraps of cloth or paper and lodged in the mulberries, where they swung in raucous tilt and recover, screaming into the wind that ripped their harsh cries onward and away like scraps of paper or of cloth in turn. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
353:The reason I don't like interviews is that I seem to react violently to personal questions. If the questions are about the work, I try to answer them. When they are about me, I may answer or I may not, but even if I do, if the same question is asked tomorrow, the answer may be different. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
354:It is as though the space between us were time: an irrevocable quality. It is as though time, no longer running straight before us in a diminishing line, now runs parallel between us like a looping string, the distance being the doubling accretion of the thread an not the interval between. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
355:She wouldn't say what we both knew. 'The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true: is that it? But you know it is true now. I can almost tell you the day when you knew it is true. Why won't you say it, even to yourself?' She will not say it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
356:I had learned a little about writing from Soldier's Pay - how to approach language, words: not with seriousness so much as an essayist does, but with a kind of alert respect, as you approach dynamite; even with joy, as you approach women: perhaps with the same secretly unscrupulous intentions. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
357:I imagine as long as people will continue to read novels, people will continue to write them, or vice versa; unless of course the pictorial magazines and comic strips finally atrophy man's capacity to read, and literature really is on its way back to the picture writing in the Neanderthal cave. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
358:The poets are wrong of course […] But then poets are almost always wrong about facts. That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth: which is why the truth they speak is so true that even those who hate poets by simple and natural instinct are exalted and terrified by it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
359:Our freedom must be buttressed by a homogeny equally and unchallengeably free, no matter what color they are, so that all the other inimical forces everywhere -- systems political or religious or racial or national -- will not just respect us because we practice freedom, they will fear us because we do. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
360:In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when you are emptied for sleep you are not. And when you are filled with sleep, you never were. I don't know what I am. I don't know if I am or not. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
361:I think that-that anyone, the painter, the musician, the writer works in a-a kind of an-an insane fury. He's demon-driven. He can get up feeling rotten, with a hangover, or with-with actual pain, and-and if he gets to work, the first thing he knows, he don't remember that pain, that hangover-he's too busy. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
362:Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame. No matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the back either. Just refuse to bear them. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
363:It always takes a man that never made much at any thing to tell you how to run your business, though. Like these college professors without a whole pair of socks to his name, telling you how to make a million in ten years, and a woman that couldn't even get a husband can always tell you how to raise a family. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
364:People everywhere are about the same, but ... it did seem that in a small town, where evil is harder to accomplish, where opportunities for privacy are scarcer, that people can invent more of it in other people's names. Because that was all it required: that idea, that single idle word blown from mind to mind. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
365:William Faulkner was the master of what one must do to be serious. But I don't understand why people haven't moved forward from that, why that's not where the line in the sand is that you would see from. When I think about the reception of my own writing and what seems "difficult," there is an actual precedent. ~ Douglas A Martin, #NFDB
366:Without courage, honor, compassion, pity, love and sacrifice, as William Faulkner pointed out, we know not of love, but lust. We debase our audience. But we can ennoble and enrich our viewers and ourselves in our journey through this good time, this precious time, this great and wonderful experience we call life. ~ Earl Hamner Jr, #NFDB
367:A man or a race either if he's any good can survive his past without even needing to escape from it and not because of the high quite often only too rhetorical rhetoric of humanity but for the simple indubitable practical reason of his future: that capacity to survive and absorb and endure and still be steadfast. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
368:They will endure. They are better than we are. Stronger than we are. Their vices are vices aped from white men or that white men and bondage have taught them: improvidence and intemperance and evasion-not laziness: evasion: of what white men had set them to, not for their aggrandizement or even comfort but his own. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
369:It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
370:It is my ambition to be, as a private individual, abolished and voided from history, leaving it markless, no refuse save the printed books. [] It is my aim, and every effort bent, that the sum and history of my life, which in the same sentence is my obit and epitaph too, shall be them both: he made the books and he died. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
371:«Porque o passado não está morto. O passado nem sequer passou» - William Faulkner.
Referia-me a que cada pequena coisa que acontece a um ser humano o acompanha até ao presente. Todas as suas vivências influenciam cada uma das suas opções e, tratando-se de experiências traumaticas, o passado passa a ocupar todo o espaço do presente. ~ Lars Kepler,#NFDB
372:Sometimes I aint so sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he aint. Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It's like it aint so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
373:One of the scandalous things I did was as I read them afterward I would burn them. I loved them, but for practical reasons I had to lighten the load. I burned favorites, like William Faulkner's "As I Lay Dying." There's a whole list in the back of my book. It's me,[Adolf] Hitler, [Benito] Mussolini, and Pol Pot. We're the book burners. ~ Cheryl Strayed, #NFDB
374:Today`s culture is unfortunately inseparable from economic and military power. A ruling nation can impose its culture and give a worldwide fame to a second-rate writer like (Ernest Hemingway). (John Steinbeck) is important due to American guns. Had (John Dos Passos) and (William Faulkner) been born in Paraguay or in Turkey, who`d read them? ~ Luis Bu uel, #NFDB
375:When something is new and hard and bright, there ought to be something a little better for it than just being safe, since the safe things are just the things that folks have been doing so long they have worn the edges off and there's nothing to the doing of them that leaves a man to say, That was not done before and it cannot be done again. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
376:Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame. No matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the back either. Just refuse to bear them. —William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust ~ Misty Griffin, #NFDB
377:Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame. No matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the back either. Just refuse to bear them.” ― William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust I ~ Misty Griffin, #NFDB
378:I can remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind -- and that of the minds who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
379:Where the shadow of the bridge fell I could see down for a long way, but not as far as the bottom. When you leave a leaf in water a long time after awhile the tissue will be gone and the delicate fibres waving slow as the motion of sleep. They don't touch one another, no matter how knotted up they once were, no matter how close they lay once to the bones. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
380:I don't think anybody can teach anybody anything. I think that you learn it, but the young writer that is as I say demon-driven and wants to learn and has got to write, he don't know why, he will learn from almost any source that he finds. He will learn from older people who are not writers, he will learn from writers, but he learns it -- you can't teach it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
381:No one is without Christianity, if we agree on what we mean by that word. It is every individual's individual code of behavior by means of which he makes himself a better human being than his nature wants to be, if he followed his nature only. Whatever its symbol - cross or crescent or whatever - that symbol is man's reminder of his duty inside the human race. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
382:So the only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost. All the wrong environment will do is run his blood pressure up; he will spend more time being frustrated or outraged. My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whiskey. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
383:'I never feel the need to discuss my work with anyone. No, I am too busy writing it. It has got to please me and if it does I don't need to talk about it. If it doesn't please me, talking about it won't improve it, since the only thing to improve it is to work on it some more. I am not a literary man but only a writer. I don't get any pleasure from talking shop. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
384:Americanah; Ayad Akhtar, American Dervish; Julia Alvarez, How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents; Sandra Cisneros, The House on Mango Street; Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao; Teju Cole, Open City; William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying; Nell Freudenberger, The Newlyweds; Cristina García, Dreaming in Cuban and King of Cuba; Chang-rae Lee, Native Speaker. ~ Cristina Henriquez, #NFDB
385:He [the writer] must, teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed - love and honor and pity and compassion and sacrifice. See Poets & Writers ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
386:All of us have failed to match our dream of perfection. I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. If I could write all my work again, I'm convinced I could do it better. This is the healthiest condition for an artist. That's why he keeps working, trying again: he believes each time that this time he will do it, bring it off. Of course he won't. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
387:I, the dreamer clinging yet to the dream as the patient clings to the last thin unbearable ecstatic instant of agony in order to sharpen the savor of the pain's surcease, waking into the reality, the more than reality, not to the unchanged and unaltered old time but into a time altered to fit the dream which, conjunctive with the dreamer, becomes immolated and apotheosized ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
388:When grown people speak of the innocence of children, they dont really know what they mean. Pressed, they will go a step further and say, Well, ignorance then. The child is neither. There is no crime which a boy of eleven had not envisaged long ago. His only innocence is, he may not be old enough to desire the fruits of it...his ignorance is, he does not know how to commit it... ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
389:a fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he's already got. He'll cling to trouble he's used to before he'll risk a change. Yes. A man will talk about how he'd like to escape from living folks. But it's the dead folks that do him the damage. It's the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and dont try to hold him, that he cant escape from. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
390:So, never be afraid. Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion, against injustice and lying and greed. If you, not just you in this room tonight, but in all the thousands of other rooms like this one about the world today and tomorrow and next week, will do this, not as a class or classes, but as individuals, men and women, you will change the earth. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
391:...I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire...I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
392:The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
393:…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form antic and perverse mocking without relevance inherent themselves with the denial of the significance they should have affirmed thinking I was I was not who was not was not who. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
394:That was when I learned that words are no good; that words dont ever fit even what they are trying to say at. When he was born I knew that motherhood was invented by someone who had to have a word for it because the ones that had the children didn't care whether there was a word for it or not. I knew that fear was invented by someone that had never had the fear; pride, who never had the pride. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
395:You get born and you try this and you don't know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don't know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
396:The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' is worth any number of old ladies. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
397:...I would think how words go straight up in a thin line, quick and harmless, and how terribly doing goes along the earth, clinging to it, so that after a while the two lines are too far apart for the same person to straddle from one to the other; and that sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
398:Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique. There is no mechanical way to get the writing done, no shortcut. The young writer would be a fool to follow a theory. Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error. The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
399:Do you think that Hemingway knew he was a writer at twenty years old? No, he did not. Or Fitzgerald, or Wolfe. This is a difficult concept to grasp. Hemingway didn't know he was Ernest Hemingway when he was a young man. Faulkner didn't know he was William Faulkner. But they had to take the first step. They had to call themselves writers. That is the first revolutionary act a writer has to make. It takes courage. But it's necessary ~ Pat Conroy, #NFDB
400:Women are like that they don't acquire knowledge of people we are for that they are just born with a practical fertility of suspicion that makes a crop every so often and usually right they have an affinity for evil for supplying whatever the evil lacks in itself for drawing it about them instinctively as you do bed-clothing in slumber fertilizing the mind for it until the evil has served its purpose whether it ever existed or no. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
401:If we Americans are to survive it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans; to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans or black ones or purple or blue or green... If we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don't deserve to survive, and probably won't. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
402:God created man and He created the world for him to live in and I reckon He created the kind of world He would have wanted to live in if He had been a man--the ground to walk on, the big woods, the trees and the water, and the game to live in it. And maybe He didn't put the desire to hunt and kill game in man but I reckon He knew it was going to be there, that man was going to teach it to himself, since he wasn't quite God himself yet. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
403:Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself. An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done. The writer's only responsibility is to his art. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
404:The ideal woman which is in every man's mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist, her hand. The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement. Remember, all Tolstoy ever said to describe Anna Karenina was that she was beautiful and could see in the dark like a cat. Every man has a different idea of what's beautiful, and it's best to take the gesture, the shadow of the branch, and let the mind create the tree. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
405:The Dream of a Common Language by Adrienne Rich; Motherless Daughters by Hope Edelman; As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner; The Ten Thousand Things by Maria Dermout; My First Summer in the Sierra by John Muir; The Land of Little Rain by Mary Austin; The Pacific Crest Trailside Reader by Rees Hughes and Corey Lewis; Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer; Half Broke Horses by Jeannette Walls; A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson; Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. ~ Cheryl Strayed, #NFDB
406:Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
407:The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist's way of scribbling "Kilroy was here" on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
408:He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself. But the street ran on: catlike, one place was the same as another to him. But in none of them could he be quiet. But the street ran on in its moods and phases, always empty: he might have seen himself as in numberless avatars, in silence, doomed with motion, driven by the courage of flagged and spurred despair; by the despair of courage whose opportunities had to be flagged and spurred. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
409:He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear....One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
410:SUGGESTED READING The Dream of a Common Language by Adrienne Rich; Motherless Daughters by Hope Edelman; As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner; The Ten Thousand Things by Maria Dermout; My First Summer in the Sierra by John Muir; The Land of Little Rain by Mary Austin; The Pacific Crest Trailside Reader by Rees Hughes and Corey Lewis; Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer; Half Broke Horses by Jeannette Walls; A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson; Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. ~ Cheryl Strayed, #NFDB
411:People between twenty and forty are not sympathetic. The child has the capacity to do but it can't know. It only knows when it is no longer able to do -after forty. Between twenty and forty the will of the child to do gets stronger, more dangerous, but it has not begun to learn to know yet. Since his capacity to do is forced into channels of evil through environment and pressures, man is strong before he is moral. The world's anguish is caused by people between twenty and forty. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
412:Yes sir. You can be more careless, you can put more trash in [a novel] and be excused for it. In a short story that's next to the poem, almost every word has got to be almost exactly right. In the novel you can be careless but in the short story you can't. I mean by that the good short stories like Chekhov wrote. That's why I rate that second - it's because it demands a nearer absolute exactitude. You have less room to be slovenly and careless. There's less room in it for trash. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
413:It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted," he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
414:They say love dies between two people. That’s wrong. It doesn’t die. It just leaves you, goes away, if you aren’t good enough, worthy enough. It doesn’t die; you’re the the one that dies. It’s like the ocean: if you’re no good, if you begin to make a bad smell in it, it just spews you up somewhere to die. You die anyway, but I had rather drown in the ocean than be urped up onto a strip of dead beach and be dried away by the sun into a little foul smear with no name to it, just this was for an epitaph ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
415:In the South you are ashamed of being a virgin. Boys. Men. They lie about it. Because it means less to women, Father said. He said it was men invented virginity not women. Father said it's like death: only a state in which the others are left and I said, But to believe it doesn't matter and he said, That's what's so sad about anything: not only virginity and I said, Why couldn't it have been me and not her who is unvirgin and he said, That's why that's sad too; nothing is even worth the changing of it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
416:The past is never dead. It's not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity. Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations. The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
417:We will have to choose not between color nor race nor religion nor between East and West either, but simply between being slaves and being free. And we will have to choose completely and for good; the time is already past now when we can choose a little of each, a little of both. We can choose a state of slavedom, and if we are powerful enough to be among the top two or three or ten, we can have a certain amount of license - until someone more powerful rises and has us machine-gunned against a cellar wall. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
418:. . .in August in Mississippi there’s a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there’s a foretaste of fall, it’s cool, there’s a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and---from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then it’s gone. . .the title reminded me of that time, of a luminosity older than our Christian civilization. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
419:He made the earth first and peopled it with dumb creatures, and then He created man to be His overseer on the earth and to hold suzerainty over the earth and the animals on it in His name, not to hold for himself and his descendants inviolable title forever, generation after generation, to the oblongs and squares of the earth, but to hold the earth mutual and intact in the communal anonymity of brotherhood, and all the fee He asked was pity and humility and sufferance and endurance and the sweat of has face for bread. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
420:For several years, while I searched for, found, and studied black women writers, I deliberately shut O'Connor out, feeling almost ashamed that she had reached me first. And yet, even when I no longer read her, I missed her, and realized that though the rest of America might not mind, having endured it so long, I would never be satisfied with a segregated literature. I would have to read Zora Hurston and Flannery O'Connor, Nella Larsen and Carson McCullers, Jean Toomer and William Faulkner, before I could begin to feel well read at all. ~ Alice Walker, #NFDB
421:Because there is something in the touch of flesh with flesh which abrogates, cuts sharp and straight across the devious intricate channels of decorous ordering, which enemies as well as lovers know because it makes them both:---touch and touch of that which is the citadel of the central I-Am's private own: not spirit, soul; the liquorish and ungirdled mind is anyone's to take in any any darkened hallway of this earthly tenement. But let flesh touch with flesh, and watch the fall of all the eggshell shibboleth of caste and color too. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
422:A favorite science fiction writer of mine is William Faulkner! It was an idea that came to me once, years ago, and I've never quite been able to shake it. This is facetious, on one level at least. There are telepaths in As I Lay Dying. But I think the most compelling thing for me is there are moments with him where I just feel these are not humans talking to each other. These are some hyper-intelligent, yet-to-be-born organisms. The way they look at the past without having any loss of knowledge everything that ever happened is still here. ~ Robert Reed, #NFDB
423:Good art can come out of thieves, bootleggers, or horse swipes. People really are afraid to find out just how much hardship and poverty they can stand. They are afraid to find out how tough they are. Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death. Good ones don't have time to bother with success or getting rich. Success is feminine and like a woman; if you cringe before her, she will override you. So the way to treat her is to show her the back of your hand. Then maybe she will do the crawling. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
424:I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as when he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the starting and the stopping. And like he would be kind of proud of whatever come up to make the moving or the setting still look hard. He set there on the wagon hunched up, blinking, listening to us tell about how quick the bridge went and how high the water was, and I be durn if he didn't act like he was proud of it, like he had made the river rise himself. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
425:It has always seemed to me that the only painless death must be that which takes the intelligence by violent surprise and from the rear so to speak since if death be anything at all beyond a brief and peculiar emotional state of the bereaved it must be a brief and likewise peculiar state of the subject as well and if aught can be more painful to any intelligence above that of a child or an idiot than a slow and gradual confronting with that which over a long period of bewilderment and dread it has been taught to regard as an irrevocable and unplumbable finality, I do not know it. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
426:At one time I thought the most important thing was talent. I think now that the young man must possess or teach himself, training himself, in infinite patience, which is to try and to try until it comes right. He must train himself in ruthless intolerance-that is to throw away anything that is false no matter how much he might love that page or that paragraph. The most important thing is insight, that is to be-curiosity-to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does, and if you have that, then I don't think the talent makes much difference, whether you've got it or not. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
427:BOOKS BURNED ON THE PCT The Pacific Crest Trail, Volume 1: California, Jeffrey P. Schaffer,
Thomas Winnett, Ben Schifrin, and Ruby Jenkins. Fourth edition,
Wilderness Press, January 1989. Staying Found: The Complete Map and Compass Handbook, June Fleming. *The Dream of a Common Language, Adrienne Rich. As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner. **The Complete Stories, Flannery O’Connor. The Novel, James Michener. A Summer Bird-Cage, Margaret Drabble. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov. Dubliners, James Joyce. Waiting for the Barbarians, J. M. Coetzee. The Pacific Crest Trail, Volume 2: Oregon and Washington, Jeffrey P. Schaffer and Andy Selters. Fifth edition, Wilderness Press, May 1992. The Best American Essays 1991, edited by Robert Atwan and
Joyce Carol Oates. The Ten Thousand Things, Maria Dermoût. ~ Cheryl Strayed,#NFDB
428:Every generation tends to think of itself as uniquely challenged and under siege. The questions of the present assume outsize and urgent importance, for they are, after all, the questions that shape and suffuse the lives of those living in the moment. Humankind seems to be forever coping with crisis. Strike the “seems”: Humankind is forever coping with crisis, or believes it is, and will until what William Faulkner described as “the last red and dying evening.” We have managed, however, to survive the crises and vicissitudes of history. Our brightest hours are almost never as bright as we like to think; our glummest moments are rarely as irredeemable as they feel at the time. How, then, in an hour of anxiety about the future of the country, at a time when a president of the United States appears determined to undermine the rule of law, a free press, and the sense of hope essential to American life, can those with deep concerns about the nation’s future enlist on the side of the angels? ~ Jon Meacham, #NFDB
429:I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail. ~ William Faulkner, #NFDB
430:Les pays les plus prospères ont réussi à accumuler des pouvoirs de destruction tels que d'anéantir, cent fois, non seulement tous les êtres humains qui ont existé à ce jour, mais aussi la totalité de tous les êtres vivants qui ont jamais dessiné souffle sur cette planète du malheur.
Un jour comme aujourd'hui, mon maître William Faulkner dit: «Je refuse d'accepter la fin de l'homme." Je tomberais indigne de se tenir dans ce lieu qui était le sien, si je devais pas pleinement conscients que la tragédie colossale qu'il a refusé de reconnaître, il y a trente-deux ans est maintenant, pour la première fois depuis le début de l'humanité, rien de plus qu'un simple possibilité scientifique. Face à cette réalité impressionnante qui a dû sembler une simple utopie à travers tout le temps humain, nous, les inventeurs de contes, qui croire quoi que ce soit, se sentent en droit de croire qu'il n'y a pas encore trop tard pour participer à la création de l'utopie opposée . Une nouvelle et radicale utopie de la vie, où personne ne sera en mesure de décider pour les autres comment ils meurent, où l'amour se révélera vrai bonheur et être possible, et où les races condamnées à cent ans de solitude aura enfin et pour toujours , une deuxième chance sur la terre."
― Gabriel García Márquez, Nobel lecture (8 Décembre 1982) ~ Gabriel Garc a M rquez,#NFDB
431:The next bit is the fairy tale. There’s a day in April when it’s raining. The river is running fast. The girl whose father had died, whose mother raised her in the crooked house by the river, who grew up with that broken part inside where your father has died and which if you’re a girl and your father was Spencer Tracy you can’t fix or unhurt, that girl who yet found in herself some kind of forbearance and strength and was not bitter, whose name was Mary MacCarroll and who was beautiful without truly knowing it and had her mother and father’s dancing and pride in her, that girl walked the riverbank in the April rain. And standing at that place in Shaughnessy’s called Fisher’s Step, where the ground sort of raises a little and sticks out over the Shannon, right there, the place which in The Salmon in Ireland Abraham Swain says salmon pass daily and though it’s treacherous he calls a blessed little spot, right there, looking like a man who had been away a long time and had come back with what in Absalom, Absalom! (Book 1,666, Penguin Classics, London) William Faulkner calls diffident and tentative amazement, as if he’d been through some solitary furnace experience, and come out the other side, standing right there, suntanned face, pale-blue eyes that look like they are peering through smoke, lips pressed together, aged twenty-nine but looking older, back in Ireland less than two weeks, the ocean-motion still in his legs but strangely the river now lending him a river repose, standing right there, was Virgil Swain. ~ Niall Williams, #NFDB
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1. Faulkner, William Faulkner, William Cuthbert Faulkner, Falkner, William Falkner ::: (United States novelist (originally Falkner) who wrote about people in the southern United States (1897-1962))
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--- Hyponyms of noun william_faulkner
--- Synonyms/Hypernyms (Ordered by Estimated Frequency) of noun william_faulkner
1 sense of william faulkner
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Faulkner, William Faulkner, William Cuthbert Faulkner, Falkner, William Falkner
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Faulkner, William Faulkner, William Cuthbert Faulkner, Falkner, William Falkner
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HAS INSTANCE=> Faulkner, William Faulkner, William Cuthbert Faulkner, Falkner, William Falkner
HAS INSTANCE=> Genet, Jean Genet
HAS INSTANCE=> Giraudoux, Jean Giraudoux, Hippolyte Jean Giraudoux
HAS INSTANCE=> Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HAS INSTANCE=> Hugo, Victor Hugo, Victor-Marie Hugo
HAS INSTANCE=> Meredith, George Meredith
HAS INSTANCE=> Pirandello, Luigi Pirandello
HAS INSTANCE=> Proust, Marcel Proust
HAS INSTANCE=> Zola, Emile Zola
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