She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love.
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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War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy.
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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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The books I read are the ones I knew and loved when I was a young man and to which I return as you do to old friends.
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It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.
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My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
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A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.
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Fear is the most damnable, damaging thing to human personality in the whole world.
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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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Nothing can destroy the good writer. The only thing that can alter the good writer is death.
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No matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the back either. Just refuse to bear them.
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He must train himself in ruthless intolerance-that is to throw away anything that is false no matter how much he might love that page or that paragraph.
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No battle is ever won … victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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We have to start teaching ourselves not to be afraid.
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I don’t want money badly enough to work for it.
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The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself
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