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.
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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So, never be afraid. Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion, against injustice and lying and greed.
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A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you’d think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
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It’s not when you realize that nothing can help you — religion, pride, anything — it’s when you realize that you don’t need any aid.
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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
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The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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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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The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself
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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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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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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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I think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it.
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All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
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Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
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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.
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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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