The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.
WILLIAM FAULKNERI think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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A man. All men. He will pass up a hundred chances to do good for one chance to meddle where meddling is not wanted. He will overlook and fail to see chances, opportunities, for riches and fame and welldoing, and even sometimes for evil. But he won’t fail to see a chance to meddle.
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The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself
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Wonder. Go on and wonder.
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The writer’s only responsibility is to his art.
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Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
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I don’t want money badly enough to work for it.
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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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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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Pouring out liquor is like burning books.
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Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it.
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Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.
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People to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.
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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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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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War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy.
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