She was the captain of her soul
WILLIAM FAULKNERClocks 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.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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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.
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Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting.
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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.
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To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
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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.
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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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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.
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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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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.
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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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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.
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Life is a process of preparing to be dead for a long time.
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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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The young writer would be a fool to follow a theory. Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.
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