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. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.
WILLIAM FAULKNERThe next time you try to seduce anyone, don’t do it with talk, with words.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
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Time is a fluid condition which has no existence except in the momentary avatars of individual people. There is no such thing as was – only is.
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I think now that the young man must possess or teach himself, training himself, in infinite patience, which is to try and to try until it comes right.
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A 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.
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I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…
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A gentleman accepts the responsibility of his actions and bears the burden of their consequences.
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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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Men have been pacifists for every reason under the sun except to avoid danger and fighting.
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Love doesn’t die; the men and women do.
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To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.
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Don’t do what you can do – try what you can’t do.
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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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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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A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.
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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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