Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
WILLIAM FAULKNERPerhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
WILLIAM FAULKNERBut I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp. This, sir, is my resignation.
WILLIAM FAULKNERI know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice.
WILLIAM FAULKNERNever be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed.
WILLIAM FAULKNERTo understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.
WILLIAM FAULKNERHe has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.
WILLIAM FAULKNERTomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.
WILLIAM FAULKNERWomen know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.
WILLIAM FAULKNERA fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he’s already got. He’ll cling to trouble he’s used to before he’ll risk a change.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThere 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.
WILLIAM FAULKNERYou get born and you try this and you don’t know why, only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe last sound on the worthless earth will be two human beings trying to launch a homemade spaceship and already quarreling about where they are going next.
WILLIAM FAULKNERNo one is without Christianity, if we agree on what we mean by that word. It is every individual’s individual code of behavior by means of which he makes himself a better human being than his nature wants to be, if he followed his nature only.
WILLIAM FAULKNERIt’s all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won’t be over until tomorrow.
WILLIAM FAULKNERI 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 FAULKNER