I say money has no value; it’s just the way you spend it.
WILLIAM FAULKNERWonder. Go on and wonder.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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The salvation of the world is in man’s suffering.
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It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.
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History is not was, it is.
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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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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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Pouring out liquor is like burning books.
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I’d have wasted a lot of time and trouble before I learned that the best way to take all people, black or white, is to take them for what they think they are, then leave them alone.
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Only when the clock stops does time come to life
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I don’t want money badly enough to work for it.
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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
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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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My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.
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If we Americans are to survive it will have to be because we choose and elect and defend to be first of all Americans; to present to the world one homogeneous and unbroken front, whether of white Americans or black ones or purple or blue or green…
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Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
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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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