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 ideal woman which is in every man’s mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist, her hand.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Read, read read. Read everything.
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Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.
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A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once.
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She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love.
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The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement.
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I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought.
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But 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.
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Facts and truth really don’t have much to do with each other.
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Who gathers the withered rose?
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If a story is in you, it has to come out.
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There are some things for which three words are three too many, and three thousand words that many words too less.
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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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A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station….
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And sure enough, even waiting will end…if you can just wait long enough.
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