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.
WILLIAM FAULKNERIf a story is in you, it has to come out.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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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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You could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don’t know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me.
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No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors.
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Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
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Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
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And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.
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And sure enough, even waiting will end…if you can just wait long enough.
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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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They say that it is the practiced liar who can deceive. But so often the practiced and chronic liar deceives only himself; it is the man who all his life has been selfconvicted of veracity whose lies find quickest credence.
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Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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Pouring out liquor is like burning books.
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If a story is in you, it has to come out.
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Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it.
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The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.
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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.
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