The next time you try to seduce anyone, don’t do it with talk, with words.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
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Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder.
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I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought.
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There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn’t fool with booze until he’s fifty; then he’s a damn fool if he doesn’t.
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I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…
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Good ones don’t have time to bother with success or getting rich.
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Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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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.
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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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A man is the sum of his misfortunes.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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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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Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
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Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame.
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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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