The ideal woman which is in every man’s mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist, her hand.
WILLIAM FAULKNERFor 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…
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
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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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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. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.
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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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No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors.
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I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem with decency and self-respect and whatever courage is demanded, is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from.
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Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed.
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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
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Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp. This, sir, is my resignation.
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Truth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on the other white is white, has now become an angle, a point of view.
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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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I only write when I feel the inspiration. Fortunately, inspiration strikes at 10:00 o’clock every day.
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If we in America have reached that point in our desperate culture when we must murder children, no matter for what reason or what color, we don’t deserve to survive, and probably won’t.
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It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.
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