My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
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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Read, read read. Read everything.
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Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
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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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No one individual can tell the truth.
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Don’t bother just to be better than others. Try to be better than yourself.
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You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
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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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There are some things for which three words are three too many, and three thousand words that many words too less.
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A man is the sum of his misfortunes.
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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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Try to be better than yourself.
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It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.
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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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Civilization begins with distillation
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Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.
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