The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
WILLIAM FAULKNERLike a fellow running from or toward a gun ain’t got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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History is not was, it is.
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Someone else looks at it and sees a slightly awry phase of it. But taken all together, the truth is in what they saw though nobody saw the truth intact.
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Writing a first draft is like trying to build a house in a strong wind.
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Artists do; I don’t mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy.
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As long as I live under the capitalistic system I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people.
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If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.
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Good ones don’t have time to bother with success or getting rich.
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Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.
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Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame.
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Unless you’re ashamed of yourself now and then, you’re not honest
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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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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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A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you’d think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
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The past is never dead, it is not even past.
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The problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat
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