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.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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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…
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Wonder. Go on and wonder.
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Don’t do what you can do – try what you can’t do.
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The poets are almost always wrong about the facts… That’s because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth…
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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
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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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Try to be better than yourself.
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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.
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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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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…
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Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
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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.
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If there is a God what the hell is He for?
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Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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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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