One of the saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day, day after day, is work. You can’t eat…nor make love for eight hours…
WILLIAM FAULKNERTruth; that long clean clear simple undeniable unchallengeable straight and shining line, on one side of which black is black and on the other white is white, has now become an angle, a point of view.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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The 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.
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The next time you try to seduce anyone, don’t do it with talk, with words.
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If there is a God what the hell is He for?
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If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.
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The most important thing is insight, that is to be-curiosity-to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does, and if you have that, then I don’t think the talent makes much difference, whether you’ve got it or not.
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It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That’s how the world is going to end.
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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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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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I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.
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He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.
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Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
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The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
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