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 FAULKNERIf a story is in you, it has to come out.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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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.
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I say money has no value; it’s just the way you spend it.
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The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement.
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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.
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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.
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People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
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To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
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Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.
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All l 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.
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The salvation of the world is in man’s suffering.
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A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station….
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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.
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A man is the sum of his misfortunes.
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Pouring out liquor is like burning books.
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The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself
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