The past is never dead, it is not even past.
WILLIAM FAULKNERAt one time I thought the most important thing was talent.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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Facts and truth really don’t have much to do with each other.
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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
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And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.
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Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it.
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The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
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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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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.
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My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
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She was the captain of her soul
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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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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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The writer’s only responsibility is to his art.
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Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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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.
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