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.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe best fiction is far more true than any journalism.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Good ones don’t have time to bother with success or getting rich.
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I say money has no value; it’s just the way you spend it.
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The past is never dead. It’s not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity.
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Don’t do what you can do – try what you can’t do.
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As long as I live under the capitalistic system I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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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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To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
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Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
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Don’t bother just to be better than others. Try to be better than yourself.
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I love Virginians because Virginians are all snobs and I like snobs. A snob has to spend so much time being a snob that he has little time left to meddle with you.
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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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She was the captain of her soul
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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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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
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