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The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.

William Faulkner

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War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy.
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Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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Only when the clock stops does time come to life
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People need trouble – a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it.
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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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The young writer would be a fool to follow a theory. Teach yourself by your own mistakes; people learn only by error.
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Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
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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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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
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A man is the sum of his misfortunes.
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The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with.
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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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The writer’s only responsibility is to his art.
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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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