It’s not when you realize that nothing can help you — religion, pride, anything — it’s when you realize that you don’t need any aid.
WILLIAM FAULKNERCivilization begins with distillation
More William Faulkner Quotes
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No matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the back either. Just refuse to bear them.
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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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Who gathers the withered rose?
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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.
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Truth; 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.
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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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Whatever its symbol – cross or crescent or whatever – that symbol is man’s reminder of his duty inside the human race.
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I 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.
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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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So, never be afraid. Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion, against injustice and lying and greed.
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The salvation of the world is in man’s suffering.
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Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
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No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors.
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Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
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For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it’s still not yet two o’clock on that July afternoon in 1863…
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