So, never be afraid. Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion, against injustice and lying and greed.
WILLIAM FAULKNERTalk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with.
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As long as I live under the capitalistic system I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people.
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Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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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.
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Unless you’re ashamed of yourself now and then, you’re not honest
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No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors.
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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.
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Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
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I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o’clock every day.
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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.
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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…
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Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder.
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Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.
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Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it.
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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.
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